This is the Buyer of the Blade

A knife came today in the mail,
And I know I will try, without fail,
To cut up some thing,
And I hope it won't sting,
Like the time that I stepped on a nail.

The knives I collect, sharp and shiny,
Are often quite large, rarely tiny;
Whether sleek or more jagged,
Their edges, not ragged,
Will slice anyone who gets whiny.

Rudyard Kipling wasn't wrong
When he told us in his song,
"This is the Buyer of the Blade,
Be afraid!"
Well-armed can even beat the strong.