The Pencil

by Mr_Moldybread

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The pencil starts out as a piece of wood,
life is sweet, life is good.
Until man comes and chops down the tree,
who endures the pain, silently.

Then the wood goes to a factory,
it’s then manufactured quickly.
But it’s not happy and good,
for this remnant, of the wood.

Then they’re shopped off for our use,
but they must be ready for our abuse.
Biting and Scraping, and sharpening too,
What can this poor pencil do!

At last the pencil is at its final stand,
thrown away by our cruel hand.
It now never sees its nephew or niece,
all it can do now, is rest in peace.

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Average Reader Rating: 4.5 stars out of 5

  1. The Pencil

    RainDance's Buddy Icon RainDance

    Posted 3 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    The first verse definitly stuck out from the rest. But overall very sad and good, too.

  2. The Pencil

    John Perkins' Buddy Icon John Perkins

    Posted 3 months ago

    This is incredibly odd, which makes it very cool.
    You do mix up the words “then” and “than” a couple of times, which kind of throws me off. Other than that, nice job.

  3. The Pencil

    Oy's Buddy Icon Oy

    Posted 3 months ago

    4.0 out of 5 stars

    You should enter this in the Epic Poem challenge!

  4. The Pencil

    Mr_Moldybread's Buddy Icon Mr_Moldybread

    Posted 3 months ago

    5.0 out of 5 stars

    Hahaha Typo and hey oy lol

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