I lost a pair of pliers Again — again today. How can something without legs So easily go astray? I put them in my pocket
This morning in the shop. I didn’t take them out today, I didn’t hear them drop. But gone they are without a trace, My pocket’s hanging light. I look around upon the ground, They are nowhere in sight. With all the many pairs of pliers I’ve bought throughout the years, Losing yet another pair Could almost bring me tears. What with the little farm I farm, I ask how could there not Be any place without a pliers Stacked upon that spot? There should be an even coat Of pliers across the land, So no matter where I am One should be at hand. Perhaps a string around my neck Would help me keep a pair, Just like an aging teacher keeps Her glasses hanging there. Lots of truckers seem to have Their wallet on a chain. A pliers tangled in the loops Just might be a pain. So the key is finding where They all have gone to hide. My wife says she has washed a few When work pants come inside. Maybe she is saving them In a private stash, Like a secret IRA She’ll someday turn to cash. More likely I will find a sight To make me stand and gape. A stack of pliers beyond count, Each with a measuring tape.
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Write Field column is written by David Kragnes. David farms near Felton, MN. He is a former Chairman of American Crystal Sugar Co., and currently serves on the board of directors of CoBank.
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