A needle in a haystack is
so very hard to find.
You are lucky to find one,
once in a lifetime.

Shiny and brilliant,
reflecting great light.
But pointed so you drop
it and through the hay...
It slips out of sight.

A ton of hay and no
contrivance has been
invented, for a needle to
be gleaned.
You run though the chaff,
hoping to see a sheen.

Really?

Undertaking such an
endeavor has been called
an act for the insane.
It would be better to find
it by running through one's
own foot, thus causing...
...less pain.