Toolbox

a poem by Trevor Allan McLeod, Canada

I'm dancing in a toolbox.
Used for many tools.
Dancing all around them.
Cautious of you fools.

I'm dancing in a toolbox,
frightened for my life.
Just a tiny jewel,
set; a tray of strife.

I'm dancing in a toolbox.
Looking for some help.
Waiting for my parents;
to commandeer my health.

I'm dancing in a toolbox.
YELLING for my friends.
Who will come and help me?
Save me from these ends.

I'm dancing in a toolbox.
YES. I am.
I'm dancing in a toolbox.
A CARPENTER.
THE END.

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