Isosceles of rubber red atop metallic grasp,
Where have I misplaced you?!
Your absence unnerves my clasp.
I flicked my wrist and bounced your blade to make deep tendons zap.
Now, what am I supposed to do?!
Isosceles of rubber red atop metallic grasp.
I scraped your blunted handle tip on soles, my patient gasped.
Babinski could be slumbering, now what am I to do?!
Your absence unnerves my clasp.
While your strike may sometimes sting like that of Pharaoh’s asp,
I must assess, perform this test, but now I can’t without you!
Isosceles of rubber red atop metallic grasp.
You help me see electricity that tickles the spine and back.
I’ll dig through boxes, bags, and sacks until I see this through!
Your absence unnerves my clasp.
I hope you never thought that you provided thankless task.
Oh, I rue the day I walked away and somehow forgot you!
Isosceles of rubber red atop metallic grasp,
Your absence unnerves my clasp.
