poem written based upon this image-for online poetry class
Paper clips, those mild-mannered office folk, pretend they’re tools of order~ but really, they’re in it for the joke. Leave them in a drawer for more than half a day, and they’ll twist themselves together like they’re headed to a cabaret. One clip whispers, “Psst… let’s form a chain,” and suddenly they’re linking like a tiny metal train. Another clip giggles, “Let’s make a modern sculpture,” and before you know it they’ve built a chrome-plated vulture. Scientists blame physics, but I suspect a different cause: paper clips just get lonely and like to hold each other’s jaws. So next time you find them tangled in a shimmering silver heap, remember~ they’re not misbehaving… they’re just friends who like to sleep in a pile.
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