Led pencils or mechanical pencils,
Call them what you will.
They break and run out
Always annoying me until…
I look in my book bag
And discover something distressing
I have no other pencils
Or writing utensils.
I’m stuck with this plastic push thing
Angrily I get up,
And ask my teacher quietly,
“Do you have a different pencil for me?”
“No I don’t,” she replied
And I think to myself,
She’s such a lie.
Slowly, I slip out the classroom door,
Down the hallway to science once more.
I walk inside and ask him for a pen.
“Yes, I have a pen and sure you can…
Borrow it”
Thinking of how this pencil caused great grief
I return to English
and sit down in my seat.
Led pencils are such a pain.
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