Rick squeezed the wrinkled, metal tube,
Extruding a white, worm of lube,
Onto his finest hogs-hair brush;
Then--being careful not to rush,
Yet keeping one eye on the clock,
Forced it into the cube-shaped lock.
Next, using his left fist to clench
The spring-steel, twist-flex torsion wrench
While his right hand began to flick
The pins with his half-diamond pick,
He listened for a whispered click
That meant it was “payday for Rick!”
Alas, despite his dexterous skill
The cube defied his greedy will.
No tools, nor skills nor well-aimed smudge
Could make the rusted lock pins budge
Before time ran out on the clock:
And so, Rick smashed it with a rock.
Challenge: story of fewer than 300 words, including the words “brush”, “cube” and “rock”.