My Best Kept Secret

I have a small secret love in my life, 
A marriage I love to do,
It’s when I use the stapler, 
Making one grouped sheet from two.

The heavy duty mechanical,
The straight, to big, to small,
I love the crunch of bending steel, 
The papered wedding, I love it all.

And at special times there’s 5 sheets or more, 
A bunch to join as one.
Then, when the pile of paper’s so big, 
I use the electric staple gun.

My small secret I keep so quiet, 
I never want to create a scene.
I just quietly work my job, 9 to 5, 
With the photocopy machine.

Written 15th March 2017 on a whim for John Lawless' contest

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