The Pinhead

A friend set a poetic challenge,
To write a poem about a pinhead.
Not about a stupid foolish person,
Or Hellraiser ghoul who is undead.
I need a different approach,
And stretch my imagination wide.
To make it interesting and fun,
Keeping any reader's on my side.
But where does one simply begin,
With a pinhead so tiny and small.
Then I have a moment of clarity,
Size is the answer to it all.
Something smaller than a pinhead,
Many idea's I hurriedly down jot.
But the real big key to it all,
Is that most miniscule microdot.
So easily small enough to fit,
On a pinhead with room to spare.
One desired by two warring sides,
Its stark secrets both are aware.
Big secrets that can win a war,
To be quickly retrieved at any cost.
And the side of darkness and evil,
Care not how many lives are lost.
Oh I could have written much more,
High adventures, chases and thrills.
Nazi agents hot on a hero's heels,
With femme fatales and endless spills.
In a way I have really cheated,
More a poem about a tiny microdot.
But I hope you enjoyed reading it,
And for that, I say thanks a lot.
Perhaps I'll write about a pinhead,
One of the stupid foolish variety.
For we don't have far to find one,
Living among us in today's society.

Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.