Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Cutless

When I first came onto the scene

I was the sharpest of my set.

On the cutting board I cut mean.

Get the job done good I would get.

But over time with wear and tear

And chopping every day a gob,

My cutting edge no longer there,

And could not cut it on the job.

No longer used but I still stayed,

Not to break up the set I guess.

So with the others I displayed,

But so dull for me I confess.

Not the sharpest knife in the drawer,

I sure feel pointless anymore.