An Ode to a Pencil

In English class the other day, we were instructed to write a word on a sticky note and pass the note to the right five times. We had to write an ode to whatever word we ended up. I sat five seats to the right of someone who liked pencils.

An Ode to a Pencil

Pencil, oh Pencil

how special are you?

A graspable magic

you’re wanted,

and needed

and true.

Not lie nor foul could you produce,

pencil, oh pencil

so resilient and sharp.

You are the strings to language’s harp.

Like a wand for words,

Great, but I really don't care about pencils,
and you're starting to annoy me.

and a breath for books,

I get such a thrill

when I find you in nooks.

The wings of creativity

are at both your beginning

and end.

Against silly ipads

you’ll surely win.

The life of the party,

the thrill of the novel,

not one thing can die,

you are the revival.

As your embracing

lines cross my fingers and  

palm, pencil, oh pencil,

you are the Bomb!

7 and ¾  wooden inches long,

your magic is made

in your graphite core.

Never in a million years will your flame go out,

pencil, oh pencil

I would surely pout!

Not pens or markers would make my day,

but #2 pencils will pave the way.

On tests and on comics

your imprint is left,

pencil, oh pencil,

Ok, You like pencils, now stop.

you’re oh, so divine.

From Krayono to قلم رصاص  

the world shouts your name.

In magic and science,

English and more,

your legacy will continue,
it’s written by your core.

You're rushed to in the night,

by frantic authors and those to be,

without you where would kindergarten,

or the pre-SAT be?

Like the sword from the stone

you were pulled from a tree,

pencil, oh pencil,
the perfect match for me.

I love you, oh pencil, from eraser to tip.

More words come from you

than from the human lip.

Pencil, oh pencil I love you so!

Pencil, oh pencil,

oh pencil.

Pencil.

She. . .Is . . . DONE!!!





Three Days Later

MOOOOOOOMMMMYYYY!

Someone said "pencil"