Poems That Tickle My Feet XX - I Love My Tools

I am as they say, mechanically minded, I try to fix things when they are broke,
I say,'' I can fix that.'' My wife looks at me and says, '' That's a funny joke!''
I give a laugh, and run to the barn, to retrieve my tool box,
of course I kind of lose the mood, while fighting with the lock.
Finally I get it open, and rush through the door with glee,
just in time to get hit in the head, by a falling Christmas tree.
Not to worry, its made of plastic, stuff that I really hate,
but it still stings a little, when it hits me on the pate.
Now I am not a tidy person, as you can plainly see,
you had better wear a hardhat, if you go in, for your own safety!
Looking for my tool box, I get down on my hands and knees,
throwing things into the air, I find it under a bag of last years leaves.
Now its time to escape the cave, and get out into the open air,
then that stupid tree, hits me in the head again , this is really unfair!
There's the door, I think to myself, while tripping over a box,
I am glad my wife didn't see that, I can be clumsy as an Ox.
Finally I get out the door, and head up to our house,
when I feel something move in my pocket, its a little gray mouse.
Setting the little guy on the ground, I head for the house again,
how did that mouse get into my pocket, I am thinking with a grin.
I throw the door open and yell, ''Honey, I have found my tools!''
She says, '' It has a warranty, if you touch it, you'll break the rules!''
I had that dejected look, my ego took a big slammer,
I think i'll fix it anyway, by hitting it with my big hammer!
Here's the moral of this story, if you are fixing something you see,
you had better check with someone, to see if there's a warranty!