The Square Peg

If you are a square peg, You would roll on with difficulty, If on one side you would remain so, Till somebody kicks you, Fast enough to get on the other side, Even then you may not know for sure, That you come back to the same side, As before the kick, You would also not fit holes, That exceed your diagonal length, Again people will have to hammer you in, To fit in such holes, If you fall in a bigger hole, You are more hapless than most, Who would enter the same hole, As you have entered, And in that hole , You would remain put, On the same side, As you fell in, And perhaps spend your life resting so, So how about sawing your corners off, And getting a rounded shape, The more you saw all corners, The more rounded you get, Imagine the rounded freedom, Now you move on your own, And do not need to be kicked, Now you sense each part of the earth, Where you roll on majestically, Even if you have holes that are smallet, Than your diameter, Chances are that you could enter, With slight lubrication and all, In bigger holes, You would now fall, With the guarantee, That you would experience, The hole full and well.