Guest Poem: Last Minute Frenzy
’Twas the night before demos, and all through the shop,
no hoist was available, not even the outside spot.
The torch tanks were all empty, bolt bins all gone.
Even the Chrysler clamp jug was singing a sad song.
The welders were buzzing, not an outlet to spare.
Tomorrow at this time, we’ll be at the fair!
no hoist was available, not even the outside spot.
The torch tanks were all empty, bolt bins all gone.
Even the Chrysler clamp jug was singing a sad song.
The welders were buzzing, not an outlet to spare.
Tomorrow at this time, we’ll be at the fair!
Demo builder, driver and poet