Sunday, January 25, 2009

Three Penny Nail

If I were a three penny nail,
with a head so big and round,
you would be a hammer,
and you would pound, pound, pound.

And as you pound me sir,
my pointed tip would go,
into the parted grain,
to depths I've never known.

And when my head touches ground,
and your pounding does no good,
you will leave me lonely,
trapped inside the wood.

© 1996 Mach B

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