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My Dads old drill had become extinct.
It was dearly loved, by him and my brother alone, so they made me paint a memoir.
This poem goes with it. Enjoy (we are a normal family..honest )

Ode to a beloved drill

The drill that’s lying in the bin,
Was once a part of our home kin,
Handed down from dad to son,
It drilled a hole for everyone.
With hammer action strong and weighty,
It started life in nineteen eighty
It went through pipe, it went through cable,
T’was a long and twisted fable,
Black and Decker was his name,
Drilling holes was once his game,
H 40 s and dash H 1,
There’ll never be a better one.
Round and round that drill did go,
’til sparks did from the spindle blow,
It drilled a hole in every room,
Until the day it went kaboom.
The guarantee was long since spent,
Its cable frayed, its handle bent,
And now he lies there in the bin,
Accused of not a single sin.
Ten thousand holes without a stall,
This was the finest drill of all,
The new ones here, all green and sleek,
I’ll doubt it lasts more than a week
So I conclude now with my quill,
An ode to a beloved drill.

Description
My Dads old drill had become extinct.
It was dearly loved, by him and my brother alone, so they made me paint a memoir.
This poem goes with it. Enjoy (we are a normal family..honest )

Ode to a beloved drill

The drill that’s lying in the bin,
Was once a part of our home kin,
Handed down from dad to son,
It drilled a hole for everyone.
With hammer action strong and weighty,
It started life in nineteen eighty
It went through pipe, it went through cable,
T’was a long and twisted fable,
Black and Decker was his name,
Drilling holes was once his game,
H 40 s and dash H 1,
There’ll never be a better one.
Round and round that drill did go,
’til sparks did from the spindle blow,
It drilled a hole in every room,
Until the day it went kaboom.
The guarantee was long since spent,
Its cable frayed, its handle bent,
And now he lies there in the bin,
Accused of not a single sin.
Ten thousand holes without a stall,
This was the finest drill of all,
The new ones here, all green and sleek,
I’ll doubt it lasts more than a week
So I conclude now with my quill,
An ode to a beloved drill.