Hey guys! Sorry for the delay in this post; I was being a good student and studying. Also, lemme just tell you a quick thing that is not in any relation with this post: I just found out that I’m in Hufflepuff! Any other fellow badgers 🦡, here? Anyways, this poem idea was suggested by Gelina and before we get started, if you haven’t read the other poems, check them out here:
|1. Poem Week Day 1 | Topic:- Blue|
|2. Poem Week Day 2 | Topic:-Perfume|
|3. Poem Week Day 3 | Topic:- Sun|
With a clank, a pencil box opens and out comes a beautiful pencil themed of oceans. The hands of a writer holds it flawlessly, And weaves a story using the words cautiously. The pencil moves and curls up words, And are formed with proper verbs. The pencil is gripped tightly, And the writer is shaking, slightly. And suddenly, with a small snap, The nib decides to fall down and take a nap. The pencil box is opened once again, And then, A sharpener pops out, A sharpener so stout. The pencil goes in, And the sharpener shreads the skin. The pencil is sharp once again, And the writer writes her page number ten.