Tools

“Tools”My dad had no use for grammar,Never helped me with my school;His skill was with his hammer,And words became my tool.My mom would use a wooden spoon,When baking cakes or cookies,And sometimes when we misbehaved,She'd use it on our tushies.My cat can use her claws,To open cabinets like a crowbar, But now they have locks on them,And she can't get in…so far.Exercise can be a tool,For helping with depression, For losing weight, feeling good, And lessening aggression.To help you memorize,Use a mnemonic word device,Like strings on a viola:Cats Give Dogs Advice.Artists use their paintbrushes,Charcoal, pens or pencils;Some animals can take a stick,And use as a utensil.Tools come any shape or size,To cook or build or sew–Even to manipulate the mind,Did I use one? You'll never know!Copyright © 2022 Brandon Ellrich

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