CigarStone
For once, knowledge is making me poor!
The tools were all tuned to the utmost degree
The plans were concocted for no-one to see
The evil was rampant in my little brain
If only the day would pass without rain
What sticks shall I hide in this little box
Which brother shall I blast free of his socks
What fun I have had creating this tomb
To whom shall I send it, to whom, to whom
If someone will play by all of the rules
They’ll get to enjoy all of the jewels
Stay tuned........
The start
Plane it
Rip it
Cut it
Make the cavity
The lid
Recess the hinges
Make it tamper proof
Almost done
The piesta resistance
The plans were concocted for no-one to see
The evil was rampant in my little brain
If only the day would pass without rain
What sticks shall I hide in this little box
Which brother shall I blast free of his socks
What fun I have had creating this tomb
To whom shall I send it, to whom, to whom
If someone will play by all of the rules
They’ll get to enjoy all of the jewels
Stay tuned........
The start

Plane it

Rip it

Cut it

Make the cavity

The lid

Recess the hinges

Make it tamper proof

Almost done

The piesta resistance
