Sides
From the sides to all your stories
I’ve made myself a shape
It grows with every added edge
With holes that start to gape.
I stuff the gaps with fairy dust
And line them all with glue
But the sides they keep on coming –
For every one there’s two.
I bought a pair of scales
To help me with the load;
Decide the sides that have to stay
And which must surely go.
I bought myself a racket
I’ll stand in half a court
To bat the stories back again
And take the score to naught.
I’d take the score to love
But it’s gone beyond the point
Now the game is truly over
My shape becomes a coin
A coin has just two sides
But there’s a side to every story
So when I leave it up to fate
He’ll bask in all the glory.