hblask
Thursday, January 4th, 2007, 2:56 PM
Bucket auger:

with a bonus poem about it:
Ode to thee, sweet bucket auger!
My arms are strong, but I'm no jogger
I owe it all to my bucket auger.
Toad’s in my hole, poor little frogger.
Soon to be mushed by my bucket auger.
Spl--oosh! Water table!
Been working all day, I’m getting doggo.
But I keep on twisting that bucket augo.
The soil is deep and dank and boggy.
Not a problem for my bucket augie.
Grind crackle crackle! Channel fill!
That blowhard there is just a bragger!
You s'pose I could hit him with my bucket agger?
The coffee's bitter, should've put in sugar.
But that doesn't matter to my...
wait just a minute, that doesn't rhyme!
Down in the river flats, four meters deep
Not enough coffee, not enough sleep
Twisting and twisting till my arms go numb
Bucket auger creaking in the pale autumn sun
-- anonymous