A poem by Dawn

Oh scale,
Why do you lie?
I know you can't really
Count that high.

Your math is lacking,
Your face beveled,
Your dial needs tracking,
And your not even level.

You know nothing about me,
Yet still you judge.
I starve devoutly,
But you won't even budge.

You know nothing of
Beauty and truth.
You've never even
Tried a Baby Ruth.

RESPONSE FROM SCALE:

I could give you a better score,
End this song and dance,
But you would stand on me even more -
And still not button your pants.

So, take your toes off my face,
Walk in my shoes.
This job is a disgrace -
Have you ever considered my view?

-Shannon Dawn