A Shiv Poem

On the outside the shiv concept may seem moot but I must disagree.
Sometimes in the home you ought to have one see.
Sometimes you need to stand up straight fo yo self.
Sometimes you need to drop the belligerent like a giant drops an elf.
I've fashioned shivs out of branches and forks.
I've fashioned them using games pieces carried by dorks.
I've used a shiv handle made out of a hundred sided dice.
I've made shivs out of dried up mice.
I've held a shiv aloft while I double dutched.
I've balanced one behind my ear while I ate too much.
The shiv is so sharp and deadly.
"oh shiv, oh shiv, keep away from my belly"
I once give my kid a shiv as a toy
but then my dearest told me shivs can be dangerous - specially for a boy.
Shiv you help me keep away the madness.
Shiv you can lead to so much sadness.