Paper
Were to go without paper
I'd never need
A pen or a ruler
of useful mead
That pencil, eraser
and stapler alike
Are ransom to all
a paper knows rike
And likened to glue
and compass that might
Encircle for hours
a drawings delight
To top with direction
and set square of site
And measure each paper
in cosmo of light
To fill with each marker
in color and sprite
And add to their flavor
a paper draws tight
In dwell of their union
a paper holds rite
When bringing to stores
a paper grown sight
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2021
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