The Boy with the Stationery Soul

THE BOY WITH THE STATIONERY SOUL

 

(a cautionary tale)

 

 

His soul was made from paperclips,

And held in tight with pins,

But one day he got very damp,

And rusted from within.

He dined on coals and chillies,

To regain the warmth inside,

But they just hurt his stomach,

And his innards got all fried.

Left still feeling empty,

Despite all he consumed,

He sat about a-thinking,

Til a twisted plan had bloomed.

He grabbed himself some scissors,

And he gave his sides a trim,

Now he’s inside-out,

And the world’s inside him.