Eight-line Poems 2

Shovel

Shovel

There’s none as sharp as my tongue
but I’m grounded in absolute truth,
inside the shed I am usually hung
use is what hones my tooth.

For I bite so hard at the earth
my tooth is as bright as a knife
and I dig for all I am worth
it’s as important to me as life.


Line count: 8
Rhymed abab
For Express It In Eight, 11.06.24
Prompt: Write a poem about a shovel.