Reyvrex Questor Reyes
Ode On A Toothpick - Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
O queer pointed fiddle of little size
The bane of crumbs, in teeth, that stayed
Your use in public has been deemed unwise
Far be it from me to look down upon you
Though so humbly you stand, your true value
Is known to clowns and kings of long ago
Your form derives from worthy trunks of pine
Or from Cedars of Lebanon, if not
From bamboo grass of China or Japan
Did you mind picking food though not eating?
Being made to dine when meal time passed?
And as you do your work, they seemed grinning?
Some piercing tools may boast how big they'll be
But you mind not those show of vanity
Your worth is best though smaller you would stay
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