A Box of Pins
A box of pins,
such tiny things,
That join two parts
They tinkle when shook,
I open and look
To see how many
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!
Copyright © Emily Joshua | Year Posted 2020
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