Scrap (Prompt 17)

This scrap pieces of paper

Could have been a plane

But instead, it's a poem by me

Not burnt into vapour

Folded like a crane

Or anything else it could be.

This scrap piece of paper

Now scrap more than ever

Because I have added these words

Which now start to taper

Because I'm not clever

Enough to write of paper birds.

This scrap piece of paper

Has no more left to give

Apart from the next three folded lines

It won't save the tapir

Teach you how you should live

Or help you pay old parking fines.