How would you like to be a pencil?
Wrapped up in parcels decorated with tinsel
How would you like to be colour coded
Crammed into a box to be bar-coded
Scraped against a piece of paper
Rubbed out again by an eraser
Next time you turn its head round and round
Consider its life that’s been found
You would think that it's no feelings
But you mislead its squealing
When it scratches its way down your board
Screaming for mercy from the lord
"Why oh why am I called to serve
A life that I really don’t deserve”
Please help the pencils
Or alternatively help the stencils?
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Funny and Sweet
This is really original!!! I never thought about it from the pencil's viewpoint before
Your rhyme scheme is really good and the poem reads like a song, snappy and cheerful (maybe the pencil isn't so happy
). I like lines #10 and #11 the best, makes me think of fingernails on a chalkboard ~ screeeech!!! Reading that gave me goosebumps
Great poem you have here, keep it up!!!
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good job
Quite a thought. I'm sure being a pencil would be quite an advneture for me. As long as whoever uses me remembers to sharpen me from time to time I wouldn't be worried. Nice poem.
Brian
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