Monday, January 13, 2014

An Ode To My Stapler

I’m sorry, things just aren’t working
Your age and agility has waned
The jams and faults are irking
Many times I have been pained

Paper no longer stays together on your watch
Your work ethic has been suffering
If only you were able to take it up a notch
The decision of your fate I would be altering

Instead we have to part ways
Your status is no longer the same
If only you had not fallen into the haze
Your faults and jams I would tame

I have found another, younger aid
One who has a bright future ahead
Her black, smooth surface shiny as jade
And whose use I will never dread