The Pencil's Revenge

Pink, lush eraser

Its yellowly wood

And pointy, sharp lead

On which it stood.

Atop of my paper

Dancing in twirls

Scribbles and scratches

Endless loops and curls.

As it writes, it comes alive

It jumps into action

And takes my notes

With much dissatisfaction.

It works all day long

Without one rest

Constantly writing

At my request.

It's wared out easily

This I can see

But, I keep on pushing

It doesn't tire me.

Yet, suddenly it halts

In an act to rebel

It ceases to move

Stubborn to excel.

So, with its change of mind

It's abruptly awake

And decides with a crack

That its lead must break.

It leaves me alone

Wearing an invisible, smug grin

I scowl to myself

Gooseflesh rising on my skin.

It falls to my desk

With a silly, fair 'thwack'

Hitting the surface

With a graceful rock.

I searched my case

And sent it a death glare

The realize quite quickly

I didn't have a spare!

The pencil sharpener lies

Across the room

A journey away

Guaranteeing my doom.

It seemed to roll

With merriful laughter

I glanced at my teacher

I'll never get past her.

Sneer twisted on my lips

I slumped in my seat

With a feeling of misery

This was the third time this week!

Did I forget to mention

That my pencil hates me

All because I make

It write, you see?

I know you believe

That this is not true

But, just wait, my dear

It will happen to you.

Go ahead, borrow my pencil.

A/N: Yeah, I wrote this during class, can you guess what happened at the end of my poem? Yes. My evil pencil broke on my...again!!! Lol. Please review!!!!!!!

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