The lot did round my corners and -

reduce my edges too

My poking bits made shaven sand -

Such pests did they intrude

Though once a pointed thing I was -

A brash unwieldy mass

But sully lawns - a weed growth does -

So plucked it was from grass

Thus now my form - once as a flint -

Is smoothed by working hands

I only know circumference -

Appendages be damned.