Achtung!
Use with caution,
You could rupture,
The sky,
Flatten,
Your house,
Or put,
An eye out.
The handle is too short,
And it looks a tad tacky,
It’s head is made of lead,
And Loki,
Keeps scheming,
To steal it away.
But,
Credit where credit is due,
It works wonders,
Holds great power,
And can still be seen,
Today.
It still rings true,
They don’t make them,
Like they used to.
I once opened an antique drawer,
And found covered in dust,
A tiny burlap doll,
With black buttons for eyes,
Yellow yarn for golden locks,
And a sewed-up mouth,
That stood at about 1/15th my size.
A stand-in,
For me,
Though I was unconvinced,
And didn’t see the resemblance.
I hope there was no malice in this,
It was kind of cute,
In an unsettling way,
Besides,
I get pins and needles enough as it is.
I pinched him,
Just to make sure,
I wasn’t dreaming,
And wasn’t pleased,
With the results.
The File Pile 