An Ode To Dog Ears

In times of utmost vulnerability, When a choice has to be made; alas, a long queue, The folded corner of a sheet, dog ear, they say, Fortunately, comes to rescue. Inconvenience, without a doubt, A struggle, perhaps, for the paper doesn't speak, and infliction of ink, a catastrophe. Then how, if at all, anything of an Utmost importance, be accentuated, For the methods are few, The folded corner of a sheet, dog ear, they say, Fortunately, comes to rescue.