Member Rara Avis
-square, circle, triangle-
A square once white,
Greyed by all it had seen,
Collapsed in a crowded hall.
Some squares nearby
Knew how and why
It had finally let itself fall.
But mostly it was seen
As a shadowy dream;
Just a tile from the floor or wall.
A circle then gave a loud speech
But an ellipse eclipsed the words.
It rolled over to the podium spastically,
And with its appearance proved quite drastically
That true round wasn't the only way to be born.
This admonition caused painful revelation;
The more perfect shapes tried to exit the hall.
But since the flat-faced doorknob had covert sympathies,
They could not get out at all.
Finally! It was triangle's turn to make a stand.
Two of the shapes were so clearly out of hand.
The squares were either beseeching or ignoring a fallen friend.
The circles were spinning like quarters in their haste to find an end.
But, unfortunately, triangle was in the wrong room.
The shape was the only of its kind, so couldn't get through.
It made many points, but the circles didn't like its spin.
Even the lone ellipse said triangle didn't fit in.
The squares thought it a lesser version of themselves.
So triangle decided there was no message to send.