Congratulations, Dustin

Well, old friend, I heard you reached

A goal that most will never see,

The full repair of all you own; each

Mower finally has its filter dust free.

And for all your work you should be proud

Though wisdom says never to say aloud

That your to-do list is looking kind of empty

For free-loading spirits lurk in every crowd

And who knows but they might hear

That now you've got some working gear.

So, congrats, friend, and do you think tomorrow

I might drop by just to say hi and borrow

A few things to put in your aired-up wheel barrow,

Like well-oiled chainsaws or an unloaded trailer?

Some full-loaded nailers or a shotgun-not sawed off?

Perhaps some wild kid clothes or your chipped-dish washer?

What I’m really looking for is one of those fancy sweet-potato unmashers.

And look, friend - if you don’t mind, if you’re able - throw in a few

Six-foot folding tables or maybe that now-clamping wood workbench.

And how about that not-worn-out-wire-rope cable?

Really be best if you already had that wrapped on the winch.

Congratulations, Dustin.