I thought I would give this a shot since I really, really need to practice on writing. Not that this is awesome writing or anything but there’s nothing to lose right?
A poem to my pencil:
You’ve served me so well these past few months,
you’ve been dropped countless times,
been lost at the bottom of my purse.
You’ve been inserted into many different torture chambers,
and yet you stood by me and did your job.
Sometimes I’d curse you for my aching wrist,
but then I remember that I was at fault for pressing so hard.
You’ve been wonderful to me but now you’re too small,
so it’s time to say goodbye, adios and all!
(yes it’s past midnight and I’ve had too much wine ;P)