Paper

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

That pencil, eraser
and stapler alike
Are randsom 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 of site
And measure each paper
in cosmo of light

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

In dwell of their union
a paper holds rite
When bringing to stores
a paper grown sight