John Philip Eromon
Unique body that has a pointed tail,
Wondering if I will pricked by it,
Gazing carefully while pushing, like nail,
Still I’m pricked by it, like it wants to beat.
When, I push it in the bulletin board,
i often wonder if I will be pricked.
A pin that has a head, but like a sword,
Like a marble that gloss and has a stick.
Itchy feeling when it touches my skin,
Makes me feel being tickled by a point.
Pin whose head is large, and its tail is thin,
Parts joined together, and never disjoint.
After being pricked, I was shocked to see,
Blood was gushing out from a part of me.