Ode to a Glue Gun

Oh Glue Gun
How have I known of you for so long
Yet have kept my distance until now?
Yes, a home-improvement project united us
But don't be upset by that
Because now I understand that I shall never live without you again.

Your sleek design, and slender sides
Are delicate to the touch.
Glue hangs out your backside, but I don't judge you for that;
You were just designed that way.

I feel so powerful around you Glue Gun.
I am able to turn you on at a flip of a switch
And then you warm to me.
Not only that, but you get hot for me.
I feel like I could run the world.
What inner power I must have!

You are more powerful than the elements!
The Sun cannot melt your work.
The weather cannot make you freeze.
Water cannot dissolve your gobs of desire,
And not even fire can keep you from doing your duty.

I perch you upon your head-stand while you warm to my touch
You sit there knowingly
Knowing that there is almost nothing you can't do.
And that is what drew me to you:
You are confident in your abilities
And you are smoking HOT!

Fabrics and jewels, they bow to you.
Doll houses and decor, they devour you.
Fake flowers adorn girls head as an ode to you,
Saying, "Thank You" for making my wishes come true.

You are warm to the touch as I pick you up.
Slowly I squeeze your trigger
And you ooze with delight.
When I stoke you just righ,
You work consistenly and provide me what I need.
And Ode to you as you make my curtain wishes come true.

Oh Glue Gun!
Never again, will I live with out.