A Dream of School Supplies

A Dream of School Supplies

       by Kenn Nesbitt

I had a dream of school supplies,

where paperclips could talk;

where poster paper hung around

with marking pens and chalk.

The stationery idled

while the pencils madly raced.

The clocks went 'round in circles,

and the glue sticks merely paced.

The binders were inseparable.

They bonded with the tape.

The workbooks exercised

and helped the stencils stay in shape.

Some calculators added

to the numbers in this land,

and music was provided by

a singing rubber band.

My dream was strange and truly cool,

but this was even cooler:

The dictionaries all looked up to me.

I was the ruler.