Mikayla Smith

Rookie (5/4/97 / Efate, Vanuatu)

Mr. Pencil - Poem by Mikayla Smith

I am a pencil,
I'm yellow and red,
I have a co-worker
Who's name is Fred.
He is a sharpener,
he sharpens my head,
and to the rubbish bin
The shavings are fed.

I am used to write,
I write all day,
And in a student's desk
I lay.
I am a Hb,
I wrote this poem today,
I write stories and draw pictures,
'Till I get thrown away.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Poem Edited: Wednesday, May 25, 2011


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