Poem Style Stuff

Rectangular and round, colours too

Numbers and writing, on quite a few

Some are heavy, odd, one is blue

A funny shape, even, what does it do?


Monumental buildings, form a queue

Held in a clip or a zipper too

Mostly hiding, away from view

House, full, oh how lucky for you!


All feel they want it

It never seems new

Passed round and round

What does it do?


Hold it tight then just give it away

Put it on a plate, before they pray

It’s said to talk …so they all say

In THE…, at the end of the day


One flutters, the other has a clink

To have none, can make you sink

Have too much, and it can stink

The world goes around, there’s the link.