That Darn Thing!


Sitting at my workbench,
My wood in front of me.
I stare hard at the darn thing,
Wondering what it should be.
Too big for this,
Too small for that,
I slowly go insane.
Straining my brain
For new things to carve
Sure gives my head a pain!
After awhile
The darn thing starts
To look like kindling to me!
Oh how I wish
The blasted thing
Had just remained a tree!

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