Poem about Tank, by Thomas Schwarzrock

Tank

Deep inside
The pack on my back
There awaits
A fat stack
Of papers and tests
Which I receive
All held together
Or so I believe
Though it might seem
Like a mischievous prank
I must assure you
My folder is Tank

He has been described
As heavy and large
If he was a boat
He would be a barge
Filled to the brim
Over max capacity
Misplacing Tank
Would be a catastrophe
Though it may seem
That Tank is a mess
I have never lost a paper
Alas, I digress

How Tanks stays
Together in one piece
My inability to know
May never cease
If you look close
You will certainly find
That Tank is held together
Only By the will of mankind
For if he ever breaks
Or falls on the floor
Cleaning him up
Would certainly be a chore.

Through thick and thin
There Tank has been
Big as a boulder
He is my folder