A Box of Pins

A box of pins, such tiny things, That join two parts Together. They tinkle when shook, I open and look To see how many Are there. Too many to count, such a large amount, In such a tiny Container. So small and shiny, Pointed and tiny But such an important Helper: Holding fabric in place, Cotton, silk or lace Until it’s sewn Together. Who invented this clip, To stop material slipping? It must have been Somebody clever. I prod my finger in. "Ouch! Silly pin!" A bead of blood Appears. “Keep the lid on Else it’ll all go wrong". I had been Outmanoeuvred By the smallest thing, A simple pin, Yet than me, proved to be Simply cleverer!