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 just how quickly buttons sewed-up their control.
But over time they frayed,
As we all fiddled, faffed, and flayed,
And then went awol as their stitches faced abuse –
They hold a fatal bug,
Where just a simple careless tug
Upon a dangling string can let them on the loose.
It leaves their hole a void
Where once they used to be employed –
Forever lost, when all their bindings are unspun.
But at least they’re silent grips,
Unlike those noisy velcro strips,
Or zips –
But one day soon, they’ll surely come undone…
