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!


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