The Eraser on My Pencil
This TOPIC just HAPPENED as I was writing one day.
As I looked out the window and saw it would stay...
As I looked out the window and saw it would stay...
On the end of my pencil. It was STUCK RIGHT THERE!
The eraser was alone... there wasn’t a spare.
I wondered who thought to place it at the end.
If it were in the middle, the pencil had to bend...
So the eraser would be ready to do its job.
It would be in the way, but would be a good knob...
That I could turn with my fingers... Turn with a whirl.
The pencil could fly, with a fast enough twirl.
I again wondered who thought about placing it there.
Maybe the first time, it made people stare...
At the tiny eraser that was not big at all...
Stuck on the end of pencil, which stood very tall.
As it stood STRAIGHT UP on my desk that day in my class,
Mrs. Carlson said sternly “PAY ATTENTION, OUR YOU WILL NOT PASS!”
SO...
I abandoned my search for the truth... for the clues
That would answer the question; the SECRET NOT SEEN on the NEWS...
Of WHY the eraser is sitting at the end of the pencil at school.
IF THAT QUESTION’S ON THE TEST, I WILL FEEL... LIKE... A... FOOL!
Random thoughts one day while using a "celluloid encased graphitical communication instrument".
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