I had to write a poem about an object. we drew paper from a cup and I got scissors. here is what I came up with.
Cutting everything sight
Paper never putting up a fight
My metal jaws sink in
Cutting once again
Slicing, dicing
Fun delight
Paper shreds falling light
Landing softly
Upon the ground
My own little burial mound
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