O Swingline, My Swingline

My friend Rustin, known on Slashdot as perfessor multigeek, challenged me to contribute to his collection of stapler poetry.

O Swingline! my Swingline! our bindery is done,
All the pages we have stapled, starting with number one,
Your staples gleam, full well I deem, these leaves will stay in order
No ear of dog or tongue of fox will crumple their neat borders!
But O heart! heart! heart!
O Swingline case of red!
While on the desk my stapler lies
Fallen cold and dead.

If my effort seems lowly it is because I am crouching at the feet of a giant.