JACK KNIFE

Jack Knife was cutting edge.

As sharp as sharp can be.

He keeps his nose to the grindstone,

And carries Band-Aids in case of an emergency.

Clara Cleaver was a slashing beauty.

Her eyes were piercing blue.

She had a fine set of cutlery,

And shined with a polished hue.

Jack and Clara met one night,

While dancing at the Blade.

They were soon in each other’s pocket,

And fluting in the shade.

They could walk and talk all day,

And then slice and dice all night.

They’d keep busy boning,

Until dawns early light.

Jack proposed and married Clara,

She was the love of his life.

They made the perfect paring,

She likes being serrated by her Knife.

They bought a house in Butcher Block,

On the corner of Whet and Stone.

They don’t often get into scrapes,

But one thing’s for sure…..

It’s never dull at the Knife’s home.

© Michael D. Schafer

September 25, 2019