Buttons
How did ancients ever close their clothes,
Do you suppose,
Before the button was first threaded through the buttonhole ?
Metal hooks or bows ? Who knows ?
But what its lacking shows
Is how quickly buttons sewed-up their control.
But over time they frayed,
As we fiddled, faffed, and flayed,
And went awol as their stitches face abuse –
They hold a fatal bug,
Where a simple careless tug
On a dangling string can let them on the loose.
It leaves their hole a void
Where they used to be employed –
Forever lost, when all their bindings are unspun.
But at least they’re silent grips,
Unlike the noisy velcro strips,
Or zips –
But one day soon, they’ll surely come undone…
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