Paper (Version 2) Poem by Trevor McLeod

Were to go without paper
I'd never need
A pen or a ruler
of useful mead

That pencil, eraser
or stapler alike
Are ransom to all
a paper knows rike

And likened to glue
and compass that might
Encircle for hours
a drawings delight

To top with direction
and set square on site
In measure of paper
and cosmo of light

To fill in each marker
with color or sprite
And add to their flavor
a paper draws tight

In dwell of their union
each paper holds rite
To bring into stores
a paper grown sight