Can Opener....Hahaha, Just For Laughs. Poem by ANGELA MILLIGAN

I'm like a can opener.
He only takes me out of the utensil drawer when he needs to open something.
It is painful how he handles me.
My heart is like that thing you turn on the side of the contraption, twisting until it hurts.
He finally puts me back with the sharp forks and knives and it's dark in here.
I stare in wonder at how beautiful and slender they are.
No wonder he takes them out more than me.
I'm just this big clunky thing that isn't all that appealing.
I lay in this dark cold drawer wondering when he will use me again....though painful it is................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................*