Reinforcements
In the movies, “Reinforcements!”
Meant to quickly send more troops,
When war’s casualties meant spirits
Got a bad case of the droops.
In real life, though, reinforcements had,
To me and all my peers,
Quite a different definition, one
That now one never hears.
They were little paper circles
Which would stick around the holes
Of a piece of loose-leaf paper,
Being one of its controls.
For without them, if the hole would tear,
That page could then get lost
And who knows how much that missing schoolwork,
Grade-wise, might have cost.
So a box of reinforcements
(Or self-stick ones, on a sheet)
Would come swiftly to the rescue,
Keeping loose-leaf notebooks neat.
Do they still sell reinforcements?
I’m not sure, but years ago
I bought extra; if you need some,
Please feel free to let me know.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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