Challenging Poetry

Beads--with apologies to Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see
an item evil as a bead,

a bead which glitters in the sun
it’s presence astounds everyone

a bead which cross-stitch patterns use
their maker’s fingers to abuse,

a bead whose center is so small,
no needle passes through, at all,

one which jumps and makes me fume
while disappearing ‘cross the room—

oh, poems are made with fiendish speed,
but Someone evil made the bead.

Honestly, this one came because my brain is still fried from my comps. I started thinking about small objects, and that led naturally to beads, which, as someone who has made cross-stitch patterns a lot, I know are inherently evil. I've bled more for beading than for my glucose meter (ummm, that is an exaggeration, I admit. I use a meter lots more than I bead, and every time I bleed, just a little bit)

But, once I started thinking of beads, I started thinking an item evil as a bead . . . and then the rest of the parody just had to happen. I apologize.