There was once a normal pencil.
But was it just an ordinary writing utensil?
As kids sharpened, wrote, sharpened, wrote,
Its life got shorter and shorter as it was used to write a careless passed note
The pencil had only an inch left and the sharpener swallowed it whole,
That was the end of Phil.
Khloe Chace
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-of-a-pencil/
