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Ode to my Chainsaw

Updated on December 28, 2012

I bought you,

Used

For $225

But did not love you less.

Your smooth, supple handles

Returning to my hands

Such a

Soft,

And gentle touch.

At times can

SHAKE!

My emotions

And leave my body quivering

Your lovely appearance

Such vibrant color

Orange

And thy lovely smell

After time spent with you

I feel drenched

In your scent

Mixed

40:1

Such sweet aroma.

The sound of your voice

Slices

The tension and

Brings such peach.

And though your tongue,

At times,

Can be sharp

And lash out

Tearing others apart

To small pieces

It never treats me such.

It’s solace to me.

I long for nothing more,

Than to

Feel

Your soft, warm

Breath

Against me

For truly you are a

CUT

Above all else.


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    • teaches12345 profile image

      Dianna Mendez 4 years ago

      Great personification of this tool. I know they are good friends to have and very handy. Good job!

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      Joelipoo 4 years ago from Ohio

      @teaches - Thank you. I wrote it just playing around with my students, and I kind of liked how it turned out. A chainsaw is definitely useful to have around.

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      Ann Carr 4 years ago from SW England

      Well-crafted and amusing poem. Who would've thought that a chain-saw could be the object of emotions! Great stuff. Up and funny.

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      Joelipoo 4 years ago from Ohio

      @annart - Thanks. I tried to put a different spin than would be typical of a chainsaw.

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