The Paper Bag
Sad, sad little paper bag
No one brought you to school
Nobody listened to the crinkle
Of a sandwich being lifted out of you
Folded up and left in the junk drawer
All hope was lost, deflated and defeated
Until, one day, some little hands
Drew your eyes with black marker
On your bottom, and made you anew
Little green scales, some red and yellow
Hooray, the day has come! All hail!
The dragon that guards the tea party!
Copyright © Jeremy Martin | Year Posted 2012
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