The Pencil's Story Poem by Mohammed Zuhair

The Pencil's Story

Rating: 4.8


I am a little pencil, and my name
is H and B.
I lie upon the mantle peice for
every one to see.
I am handled forty times a day, it is a
weary life.
And when my wits are rather dull
I am sharpened with a knife.
I scrawl when Tommy has me, and i
draw all sorts of thing.
From Sumbarine and Aeroplane to kings and
Cabbages.
Phyllis is about
And if by a chance i make mistakes.
Miss Phyllis rubes them out.
And if i slip and trumble down, I m
certain to be mised.
For mother wants me badly when
She does the shopping list.
And father takes me keep the scores
When he begins to play-
I am just a little pencil
But i have a busy day.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bryan 26 January 2021

I heard this poem first as a sm, all boy in my junior school and I am SIXTY EIGHT!

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nikhila pd 27 January 2020

no shame...taking others credit as yours

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R.Vijayasekar 18 January 2019

This poem was written by Florence Hoatson

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sneha 02 December 2017

Please translate in Kannada

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sneha 02 December 2017

Not bad

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