Trowel Pasata

I once bought a trowel. Then I bought a pasata. they were my only friends.
I liked to watch TV with trowel and pasata. We always had fun.
Me and trowel liked to play video games. We had a lot of fun.
pasata referred to read. He had fun with that too.
Fun, fun, fun for all.
But one day tragedy came.
A robber broke into our home. He had a gun. He shot trowel. He shot pasata. But he spared me.
He took my belongings, now I am lonely.
Loneliness is all I know.
Oh trowel, oh pasata, why did you have to go?