Work Poems

At work yesterday, we played a fun little game to pass the time. It's called the Poem game. Someone gives you a random word, and you have to write a poem about it. Sounds pretty simple, right?

My word: Nails.

I'm going to clarify real fast--in my poem, I am referring to these nails:

Not these nails

Ryan thought I meant the latter and proceeded to tell me my poem doesn't make any sense.

Without further ado:

Nails

Nails, Nails
What a wonderful thing to EAT
That is until you realize...
you can't even reach your feet!

I know, I know. I'm a poet, and I didn't even know it...

(Happy Birthday to my best friend, JENNIFER!)