Shapes

Round, round the circle shape,
criss-cross the farm-yard gate.
Pointing east, pointing west,
the triangle, the spider, the rest.

Oval named after egg,
unfortunate look of human head.
Hectagon, octagon, the falling rhombus,
the star in the sky looking down upon us.

Rectangle or square almost the same,
the angles are the ones we must blame.
Obtuse or acute one or the other,
why did that cause so much bother.

The shapes of life that fill our life,
disect with axe, hammer or knife.
Show me a life that has no shape,
that life i know we would all hate.

Take my madness for its all i've got,
shapes for now i've had my lot.
I retire to bed with hood and cape,
to dream of my fulfilling life of shape.