Knock Knock

Knock Knock, open the lock,

Wear your sock, said the clock,

Around the block, dreaming of the boardwalk,

Without a squawk, came little Sherlock.

A new package has arrived, she screamed in delight,

A toy car, a jacket, or the dark knight?

The knife shouted, and so did the cutter,

But, there was only one, that did not utter,

The shiny new pair, with a bright flare,

Kept with utmost care, on the table by the chair,

It cut the air, without an err,

No wear and tear, a sharp affair.

Not bigger, but of all the bitter,

Not the clipper, the serial killer.

It is symmetrical like the mirror,

Deadlier than the ripper,

The highest bidder, it shall never wither,

It can rust in the river, but bite like a Beaver,

It is the queen of all tongues silver,

Can cut the glitter, even of the richer,

It is our little, and harmless scissor.

Cutting and piercing, Sherlock ripping the packaging,

Surprising and exciting, what is she seeing?

Oh! It was a dream, she was about to scream,

Running came the scissor, with some ice cream,

Sherlock waited for the morning,

As a new package was coming.

- Human.