Spanner in the works

A strange little spanner it was,

Simple, unsophisticated.

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 Β 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.


What do you think?


Leave a Reply

Leave a Reply


Written by Sai

When thoughts began to rhyme,
And lines found a heartbeat,
I transformed from a dentist to a poet.

I fixed a poem in the text

The Promise of Return