Scissors

My favourite poem as a child was this:

Scissors ? by Allan Ahlberg


Nobody leave the room.
Everyone listen to me.
We had ten-pair of scissors
At half-past two,
And now there?s only three.
Seven pair of scissors,
Disappeared from sight.
Not one of you leaves
Till we find them.
We can stop here all night!
Scissors don?t lose themselves,
Melt away, or explode.
Scissors have not got
Legs of their own
To go running off up the road.
We really need those scissors,
That?s what makes me mad.
If it was seven pairs
Of children we?d lost,
It wouldn?t be so bad.
I don?t want to hear excuses.
Don?t anyone speak.
Just ransack this room
Till we find them,
Or we?ll stop here? all week!