Who knew when I went to Shop that day,
That I'd have an idea come my way,
For all I was doing was making a table top,
Who knew something would make me think and stop,
The top was 22" in a circle,
much too big for any normal wood parcle,
So glue i must three pieces,
and I hate to glue so send me grievances,
On top of that it dried crooked and bumpy,
Who could stand it being so lumpy,
No problem I thought,
To the planer is where I sought,
Oh the joys of electricity,
The thing sent shocks inside me,
All ready I got it fixed so fine,
then I realized the machine was much to small for this thing of mine,
I was so put out I must of taken a bath,
Stupid board fear my wrath,
So I sat it down,
and took out my hand plane,
I just had to do it the hard way,
And what might you ask is the purpose to this,
Read carefully so you will not miss,
Life may through you a few bumpy boards,
after already giving you a few gluey cords,
but after you figure out theres no easy way,
Take out your plane and you fix away.
