A rubber like me
Can never grew up you see
I'm kept in pencil pouches
By kids who only slouches
And when mother shouts
Kids run to their bags and pouch
I always feel sleepy
But the kids wake me up
For when the kids rub their mistakes
They shake me all up
Don't you humans understand?
That all things in the world
Has feelings like me? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem