DO YOU SWEAR NOT TO HURT ME?
Said the scissors to the rock
I KNOW WE HAVE A HISTORY
BUT I ASSURE I DO NOT MOCK!
The rock looked at the paper
Then he looked back at his feet
I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY he said
I THINK YOU'RE REALLY NEAT
The scissors was beside herself
Jumped high into the air
But because she was so gleeful
Snipped off some of paper's hair
So paper screamed and shouted
She was mad with awful rage
And she jumped onto rock's back
As he tried to turn the page
The scissors with confusion
Felt to blame and so she rushed
To try and help the rock
In the process getting crushed
And so the rock got still
Lying covered by the sheet
When paper realized what she'd done
She fluttered to rock's feet
And cried and cried and sobbed
And stared at her split ends
And paper rock and scissors
Would never become friends.
Nov 12, 2010
Nov 12, 2010 at 8:13 PM UTC
DO YOU SWEAR NOT TO HURT ME?
Said the scissors to the rock
I KNOW WE HAVE A HISTORY
BUT I ASSURE I DO NOT MOCK!
The rock looked at the paper
Then he looked back at his feet
I DONT KNOW WHAT TO SAY he said
I THINK YOU'RE REALLY NEAT
The scissors was beside herself
Jumped high into the air
But because she was so gleeful
Snipped off some of paper's hair
So paper screamed and shouted
She was mad with awful rage
And she jumped onto rock's back
As he tried to turn the page
The scissors with confusion
Felt to blame and so she rushed
To try and help the rock
In the process getting crushed
And so the rock got still
Lying covered by the sheet
When paper realized what she'd done
She fluttered to rock's feet
And cried and cried and sobbed
And stared at her split ends
And paper rock and scissors
Would never become friends.
Carrick 2010: Children's Poems