My Wheelbarrow

 

My wheelbarrow

My wheelbarrow was a looker

Till one day someone took her

She was built of used plywood and drywall screws

The angles all cut with a skill saw

Her handles were strong, the two by two's long

And her tire held air

My wheelbarrow was a looker

Till one day someone took her

And every time I painted something she got a coat too

She carried dirt and leaves and firewood and concrete

I was quite proud of her actually

And she was a good dumper

My wheelbarrow was a looker

Till one day someone took her

I was having a smoke at four am when to my surprise

Came a knock at the door, what in our neighbourhood?

“Can I borrow your wheelbarrow, I got to move this tv and stuff

I'll bring her right back” da

My wheelbarrow was a looker

Till one day someone took her

Well at forty below and under three feet of snow

And frozen in six inches of ice

Me in my bare feet and him under the influence of something

But next morning my wheelbarrow was gone

My wheelbarrow was a looker

Till one day someone took her

She never appeared till the weather warmed up

Filled with fine furniture and balancing a pretty lady

Her boyfriend had kicked her out, I didn't have the heart

She thought she'd remember the house da

My wheelbarrow was a looker

Till one day someone took her

I did see her once more, the pretty lady that is

She still said she'd remember the house

I've quit crying now, it's over a year

I'm sure she's a goner