Paper Second Version

Were to go without paper I'd never need A pen or a ruler of useful mead That pencil, eraser or 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 on site In measure of paper and cosmo of light To fill in each marker with color or sprite And add to their flavor a paper draws tight In dwell of their union each paper holds rite To bring into stores a paper grown sight