The Binder and the Piece of Paper: A Dialogue
The Binder and the Piece of Paper: A Dialogue
I am a binder—
loyal and true.
I keep loose leaf papers
looking like new.
I won’t go in there.
Rings aren’t for me.
I hope I get lost.
I want to be free.
Free papers fly,
then they get tossed.
The depths of a bag
is where you’ll get lost.
I want to be useful,
my words should be read,
but the snap of your teeth
fills me with dread.
I swear it won’t hurt.
Quick! The day’s over soon!
With me you’ll be safe
(at least until June).
© Elizabeth Steinglass, all rights reserved, 2015
This is very cute. It’s a fun form that gives me idea. Thanks, Liz.
How intriguing! I’m glad it gave you an idea.
One of my favorites! I love this one; how fun!
There’s a lot of truth in this fun poem! (“The depths of a bag/is where you’ll get lost.”) And we all know what happens after June…
What an adorable photo to go with it! 🙂
Hilarious! (And so true!)