It
IT.
Is it straight?
Well bend it send it
flip it to the right.
Lift it squash it
wrap it up all tight.
Roll it, control it
never lose your grip.
Mould it, shape it
have a little snip.
Shake it, don't break it.
It would scatter like the stars.
You wouldn't like the mess it makes
so take it home in jars.
Don't waste it or taste it.
Never pull a face.
Make it, take it
and put IT in it's place.
Copyright © Patricia Lawton | Year Posted 2016
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