Life Of A Pencil Poem by Khloe Chace

Life Of A Pencil



There was once a normal pencil.
But was it just an ordinary writing utensil?
As kids sharpened, wrote, sharpened, wrote,
Its life got shorter and shorter as it was used to write a careless passed note
The pencil had only an inch left and the sharpener swallowed it whole,
That was the end of Phil.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shekhar Joshi 20 February 2010

thts cute for u to b thinking that way..... u must b a really sweet girl

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Keith Foley 06 February 2010

Cute. Put a smile on my face. I kinda feel sorry for Phil.

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