A little white-out bottle,
That sits upon my desk,
Has just one tiny problem:
She covers for the rest.
When others make mistakes,
And leave such disarray,
My little white-out bottle,
She makes it go away!
She works, and works and works,
And does what others don't,
But when she needs the help,
The others simply won't.
And so my little bottle,
Once dainty, full of glee,
Has now run dry and empty,
And empty shall she be.
That sits upon my desk,
Has just one tiny problem:
She covers for the rest.
When others make mistakes,
And leave such disarray,
My little white-out bottle,
She makes it go away!
She works, and works and works,
And does what others don't,
But when she needs the help,
The others simply won't.
And so my little bottle,
Once dainty, full of glee,
Has now run dry and empty,
And empty shall she be.
A fun poem!