Jeremy Martin Poet Free verse

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!

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Glenn Sentes June 25, 2012 at 3:12 AM I must admit you have created a masterpiece out of a junk---paper bag! I like this a lot. Congratulations! ;)

Shaz Cheesman June 8, 2012 at 10:04 AM Now that's one interesting paper bag! lol nice one....Shaz

Justcallme Britt June 5, 2012 at 1:52 PM I agree with Josie! Impressive how on the topic of an inanimate object - so seemingly insignificant - you've created a an interesting story. That's talent <3

Josie Whitehead June 5, 2012 at 3:33 AM Oh Jeremy - you have the rare gift of seeing a poem in the smallest and neglected subject of them all - - - a sad little paper bag. Well done I say!!! Keep writing.