"HATCHET JOB" It started out, oh, I don't know, A couple hundred years ago. Seems that Georgie finds an axe, And then a cherry tree attacks. (And Lizzie Borden one day chops Her mama's torso, more-so  pop's.) Georgie's axe was willed to me, Down from another  century. Despite its age it seems quite new. Replacement heads? It's had a  few. And handles? Yes, I do lament, It's still the same old  implement. Museum piece? Those words I dread. I've stored the thing inside my shed. And so, poetic must I wax, When telling of my "ancient" axe.