I didn't know I had it in me (Tin-Man)

A Poem by Richard

There once was a tin-man with a cake in his chest,
he went out into the sun to let it bake, and rest
he counted the hours, the minutes, the days
when would it rise, was this all just a haze?
He grumbled and cursed the sky, for his sad cake just wouldn’t come to life,
He had written down the recipe he’d taken from his wife…

a metallic woman, but from the woodstove family.. her father Josef W. Stove, was the first form of heat in America

Anyway, that recipe called for two cups of coal, a railway iron or two, a pinch of chromium, a great deal of love, and of course, steel wool bicarbonate de sodium
As he stood in that heat he became angry and stiff,
he squeaked one arm down, like a crumbling old cliff
since he had not a heart, nor a brain, nor a soul
the baking of treats was out of his control
he could not reason, he could NOT swim, and worst of all!
whenever he slept �" he leaned straight against the wall
He had a raccoon in his boot
and a slight cold, we’ll call it a soot..
Finally, as the day drew to a close
He squeaked that arm up to scratch his clank nose
The clouds turned a mean
grey and glum sheen,
but that steadfast old tin-man just stood his ground
The rain dropped in bullets