A strange little spanner it was,
But steely in its resolve, it saw,
That the gears in the grind grated
To a halt.
And what a grind it was!
Smooth and unstoppable.
Shining studded gears intermingled
Like clockwork with a Swiss label,
That did eventually halt.
And the proud, precise contraption,
Whirred and whined all it could.
But the resolute spanner stood it’s ground,
As a worthy spanner should.
The same spanner that had bound
All nuts and bolts in place,
Was the undoing of the structure,
Built by the proud race.