I've got hammers, some screwdrivers,
I've got wrenches by the score.
I've got screws - Yes, bags of nails,
A hundred hinges for fifty doors.

I've got sanders, I've got saws,
Electric drills - yes! Stapling guns.
I've got pliers, loads of chisels,
But D.I.Y for me's no fun.

I'm not much good at fixing things,
At decorating I've no cred.
But those tools just keep increasing -
I think they're mating in my shed!

I've got ladders, loads of brushes,
A box that's full of electric plugs.
I've got Allen keys in abundance
I hope that Allen soon turns up!

I've got tape measures by the metre,
I've got fillers of all kinds.
Why, I'm sure I've got a filler
For the crack on your behind!

I've got paint in half filled cans,
Seventeen paint roller trays.
I've got clippers, nippers, snippers -
A garden knome which kneels - Yes, prays!

I'm turning over a new leaf,
I'm getting rid of all my tools.
I'm going to give them all to charity
Or to my local vocational school.

So instead I get a man in
To repair each fault, each spill.
But the cost of these repairers
Means my shed is full of bills!

It seems there is no solution,
Pay my bills or tools I'll hoard.
So I'm sure I've got the answer -
I'll become a man-of-the-road!

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I like this poem because it resonates with me to the deepest core, I always buy new stuff to do some works and as the poem implies my work never finishes.

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"Why be foe when you can be friends?" is one of my favourite mottos because not only do I love humans in general but I also appreciate having companies around. This poem is like the motto and that is why I like it.

For as you were when first your eye I eyed,

Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold

Have from the forests shook three summers’ pride,

Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned

In process of the seasons have I seen,

Three April perfumes in three hot Junes burned,

Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.

Ah, yet doth beauty, like a dial-hand,

Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;

So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,

Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived:

For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:

Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead.

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I do have cool reasons to like this poem though that might not be genuine so I will go with my heart instead. I like this poem because I look elderly compared to my friends. It even reminds me of my mother who looks younger than me. Time really does move imperceptibly for some people but slap hard left and right for me.

as I’ve written many times
I prefer a verse that rhymes
imagery and metaphors
are not what my pen adores
    I write simple things I see
    that are meaningful to me
    can I also make it fun
    then my poetry is done

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Not that I like the poem, but I like the idea of having the freedom to express fondness for something without making it hard for others to understand. Also, I like poems that rhyme.

Emily Robinson - 2008

When tears fell from my eyes,
you were there to brush them away.
When I was lost in confusion,
you were there to say that everything would be okay.
When I stood before you falling apart,
you were there to lend your heart.
When I felt like no one could understand,
you were there to take my hand.
When no one else was left to care,
you were there.

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I like this poem because of the repetition of initial phrases in lines that show adherence in friendship "You always were there." Since I don't have much friends, having at least a person to trust is invaluable for me, and this poem did take me back.

Am I a stone, and not a sheep,
That I can stand, O Christ, beneath Thy cross,
To number drop by drop Thy blood’s slow loss,
And yet not weep?

Not so those women loved
Who with exceeding grief lamented Thee;
Not so fallen Peter, weeping bitterly;
Not so the thief was moved;

Not so the Sun and Moon
Which hid their faces in a starless sky,
A horror of great darkness at broad noon –
I, only I.

Yet give not o’er,
But seek Thy sheep, true Shepherd of the flock;
Greater than Moses, turn and look once more
And smite a rock.

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I like this poem because of its relatability to me. I always be the one who never believes in things even when I want to and as of today, 29th of September; I still feel like it's not my birthday. I hope that one day I am no longer cursed with this.

There's a lot in this if you'll think it o'er,
And the more you think it, the more and more;
Had the bullet missed,
And behind it hissed,
The deer would be bounding as before.

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I like this poem because it talks about how one incidents can change the whole out come and to think about what can change is fun. I like to think about this a lot when I am alone.