Crayola Marker Poem by Crazy Vampire
Crayola Marker
Small fat and short
Felt tip with purple unending
Purple poison fills the page
Small purple cap Crayola is its name
Always a helper
Beginning to bleed
Known well throughout
Smells terrible
Words unending
Falls away
To the black world
Feels death
Mrs. Crayola is now dead
this is quite a poem, it is honest... the way you describe the crayons...]] now, you can check out my works too.
lol i love crayola! ! and markers....and purple xP awws...poor mrs. crayola
Nice poem. But why bring death into it. You are too young to be absorbed in that sort of thing. Be joyful NOW. Later is too late.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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oh silly gal these do not stink and perhaps may bleed but they do not die...only to run out of ink perhaps.