A Mock Epic--of epic proportions

Bobby Pin

by Chaikers

In a factory he lay alone
On a shelf that was his home
Bobby Pin was his name
A paper clip that knew no fame

His purpose in life he wished to seek
He could not be afraid or at all meek
He grabbed the pushpin that was his cane
And with a confidence, limped away

Off the shelf he did fall
With no injury, for it was not tall
Bobby hopped to and fro
Deciding which way he should go

With resolve he turned to the right
But from the left came a bright light
What occurred? He turned to see
Bobby had witnessed a catastrophe

There, to the side, it lay abandoned
Bobby knew not what had happened
It was a desk, papers covered its surface
And then Bobby realized he had found his purpose

He limped across the room to the mess
There he found the papers in great distress
“We need to be organized,” Bobby heard them cry
“I can help,” he said. “At least I can try.”

So Bobby climbed the desk, all the way to the top
For the paper clip, it was a journey he could not stop
He brought the papers all together, unity is the key
The problem was solved, all thanks to the heroic Bobby

To hold all the papers he used his specially shaped body
And with his purpose discovered, Bobby realized he was somebody.