A sign of power,
My "wow-wee" light.
But people don't care,
It has no might.
Police blue and red,
They pay attention.
But my orange strobe,
They just don't mention.
A fire siren
Is partnered with noise
But my "wow-wee" lights
Look more like toys.
My orange beacon
Most people despise.
To not pay heed,
Is not very wise.
My safety device
Protects me from harm.
But people get mad,
It causes alarm.
The "wow-wee" light-
who would have believed
This childish name,
my daughter conceived.
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where construction workers and mediocre intelligence meet
The Construction Poet, Ben Kenney
A new age in poetry has arrived with the publications of this creative collection!
Poet Ben Kenney follows in the tradtition of "cowboy poets" in these clever tributes to the contruction industry. His witty words and illustrations are surprisingly moving - and surprisingly clean!
The poet covers all kinds of construction problems that tie back to everyday life. A great treat for the handyman around the house - he will roar with laughter!
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