The paper bag

Written by: Jeremy Martin

Sad, sad little paper bag
No one brought you to school
Nobody listened to the crinkle
Of a sandwich being lifted out of you 
Folded up and left in the junk drawer 
All hope was lost, deflated and defeated 
Until, one day, some little hands
Drew your eyes with black marker
On your bottom, and made you anew 
Little green scales, some red and yellow
Hooray, the day has come! All hail!
The dragon that guards the tea party!