my Mechanical Pencil
in my hand, a trusty friend, a mechanical pencil, start to end “tombo mono graph shaker” is her name with a click, the lead (0.5 mm) comes out or you can just shake her out ‘cause she’s a shaker pencil she helps me write maths on the paper i can draw, ‘cause only of her be it maths, be it art my darling pencil is always there she lives in my geometry box with her friends; compass, eraser and pen stocks together, they make my life complete, a symphony of tools, oh what a feat!