One last screw

I was one of many,
One hundred and fifty in fact,
Excited at reaching my potential
As we were all emptied out of the pack.
My friends jostled for attention,
Were picked up and screwed into place,
We gradually dwindled in number
Surely there wouldn’t be waste?
Why oh why wasn’t I chosen?
I was shiny and sharp like the rest,
I pushed myself forward regardless,
Trying to prove I was best!
Not many of us left now,
Surely soon I would get my wish?
But no, I am all alone here,
The only screw left in the dish.

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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14 Responses to One last screw

  1. murisopsis says:

    So very clever!

  2. Sadje says:

    Aww, so lonely.

  3. scifihammy says:

    Aw Only you could male me feel sorry for a screw! 😀

  4. willowdot21 says:

    Have no fear my shiny friend they will need you one day! 💜

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  6. Carol anne says:

    Ah hahaha poor screw all on its lonesome!

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