My best day, said Rock, was the day a child
said “What a good rock,” and picked me up,
and held me, and hurled me across the playground.

My best day, said Paper, was the day a bride
and groom printed their wedding brochure on me,
and held me, and took their picture with me.

My best day, said Scissors, was the day they
sharpened my blades on a rock and handed me
to a child, to cut paper. I can still hear the ripriprip.