Dear, little, itty, bitty pencil…
You are rough, ragged, and pitted,
Left with no words to say, but
Those that are as dull as your
Flattened, grey tip.
I commend you for your service,
Being used by all, yet left with
No way to erase your mistakes.
Why are you itty bitty?
Have you just been used so much
That you lack the endurance
Of a sword freshly sharpened?
Instead, you’re overdone in the
Firey kiln of vocabulary.
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC
Dear, little, itty, bitty pencil…
You are rough, ragged, and pitted,
Left with no words to say, but
Those that are as dull as your
Flattened, grey tip.
I commend you for your service,
Being used by all, yet left with
No way to erase your mistakes.
Why are you itty bitty?
Have you just been used so much
That you lack the endurance
Of a sword freshly sharpened?
Instead, you’re overdone in the
Firey kiln of vocabulary.
9/28/17
Another inanimate object... Originally written on paper.
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