Tile cutter (Caldecott OX14)

Behold! My trusty, secondhand delight,
A tile cutter, worn but full of cheer,
Its blade still dreams of edges crisp and bright,
Though rust and dust have claimed it year by year.

Oh noble tool, though battered, bent, and old,
You whisper promises of floors anew!
With every crack, a tale of craft unfolds,
A masterpiece from fragments born askew.

No marble hall nor palace grand I seek,
But kitchen tiles that shine beneath my feet!
With every slice, you make my heart go weak—
For DIY has never been so sweet!

So onward, cutter, though you're worn and frail,
Together, we shall tile a love-filled tale!