Let me tell you about my old broom. I have had my old broom neigh on twenty years and in all that time it has never let me down. Sitting outside the back door it has been on constant call when ever needed. To sweep away debris from the summer rains the leaves from the autumn storm and snow from winter paths. Always it has done a good job at whatever task it is called on to perform, a faithful tool, an extension to my arm, and after five new heads and two handles it is as good today as when I bought it all those years ago.
(with a passing nod to Edward Lear)