Yesterday’s napowrimo prompt was to write a poem that talks. With a little help from a handy-dandy Dixit card, I produced this:
Catch me if you can! said the little scissors to the big.
Oh, I know I will. You’re nothing but a twig.
I’m just as fine as you, for I am mighty sharp.
Oh is that the reason you had trouble cutting through that tarp?
But you cut the ribbon last year! Because I’m tried and true!
But your blades are duller. I am young and new!
If you don’t both stop this squabbling, I will have to do.