Lead, by any other Name
Who amongst us could have ever guessed that we would never again
have to own a pencil sharpener
But at least for a while the No 2 lead pencil was the state of the art
and they'd planned on it ruling forever; until, that is, when somebody
invented the mechanical monster
Albeit, there are a few things about the old venerable No 2 that we'll
surely never miss, such as the stubbiness of an over sharpened stick, or
the size of marks they make, unholy, as they are overly large
So then let's take a vote, to sharpen or not, for that's the question that
we now face; or should we just simply replace the lead with one of
the spares that's stored beneath the eraser
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