Calamity On My Desk
You are my teapot all dismembered,
But how on earth could that be rendered?
I protest such inapt behaviour,
As now who is the teacup’s saviour?
And what good tea must you obstruct
For your disorderly conduct?
Too long a string to find the needle;
It takes so long I’ve gone medieval.
The haziness of vanished times
Makes vague to me your paradigms
So how are tears supposed to mend
With nothing but an endless thread?
This is a pen who’s lost its cap,
And it knows well it won’t come back.
It does its work but does it feebly;
It writes its words but incompletely.
And had the cap but just stayed near,
Our pen might last another year.
You are my teapot all dismembered,
But how on earth could that be rendered?
I protest such inapt behaviour,
As now who is the teacup’s saviour?
And what good tea must you obstruct
For your disorderly conduct?
Too long a string to find the needle;
It takes so long I’ve gone medieval.
The haziness of vanished times
Makes vague to me your paradigms
So how are tears supposed to mend
With nothing but an endless thread?
This is a pen who’s lost its cap,
And it knows well it won’t come back.
It does its work but does it feebly;
It writes its words but incompletely.
And had the cap but just stayed near,
Our pen might last another year.