Yesterday I wondered why we don't have a Five Gallon Bucket Day to show the respect we have for one of the most versatile items in the construction worker's world next to Duct Tape. It dawned on me that, if John Keats can get famous writing 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' and four other odes, I can create a poem to Homer Paint Bucket, so here goes:Forsooth, oh bright hued plastic pail,
Of orange made with stamped detail,
Borrowed name of Greek renown,
Your Odyssey is o'er all the town.
Had Agamemnon's fleet met gale,
Whilst approaching Troy for to assail,
Iliad's lines your name would hale,
As Achilles screamed, "Myrmidons, Bail!!"
Like Gunga Din of Kipling fame,
You carry water without shame,
Your 'lazarushun' plastic hide,
Holds rigid when kicked, covered, or tied.
Inverted, you become a seat,
On which your owner can justly meet
The needs of working sitting down
As earlier said o'er all the town.
Before this ode gets overdrawn,
And blog enthusiasts start to yawn,
I'll wrap this up with this to say,
"Got Homer's Bucket for today?!!"
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