I have a pencil,
My daddy gave it,
He brought it from the council,
Where he works and his life is fit.
The pencil has a dark lead,
It's length is long,
I can wirte with it, and read,
A beautiful song!
At the end of it, it has a rubber,
and rhe pencil is made, from wood,
As I write, 'Grubber, grubber, ''
And draw a crocodile, looking at a meal, good!
This pencil is easy,
And it had made me fall in love,
When i drew a chich and hot looking boy with hair greasy,
And when it was done, My Dad's Nice Pencil, had shown the proof!
on the face of it the poem is great... but i'm thouroughly confused...there is more toit then meets the eye any way nice poem cheers
nd when it was done, My Dad's Nice Pencil, had shown the proof! ...... after all it is gift from dad and every child preserves it as holy gift.... very good write.....10 read mine also o, mother, papa do u know? and papa you too? u will appricaite its reation.
the poem speaks for itself well penned and a great tribute -mel
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excellent composition.gift of a pencil is metaphorical. to draw, to learn and to aspire. reach your dreams. a treasured gift.written in a lighter vein, it has hidden meanings. well crafted poem. in the beginning i felt i was reading a limerick. 10 MAMTA