A Pencil

I am just 
A little pencil
Made from 
Wood and lead
My head is 
Long and pointed
My body 
Smooth and red
I write happily 
Only when I’m led
I was once 
Tall and handsome
But now 
The days I dread!
You see 
My little master
He treats me 
Very badly
And often 
Shaves my head
And when 
He is thinking
He puts my tail end 
In his mouth
Chewing till he thinks 
Things through
Now I am 
But half myself
An old  stump, discarded
Bald and chewed!
Why the other day 
He picked me up
Happy was I 
To move ahead
But as he neither could 
Shave or chew
He just threw me down 
Thinking I was dead!

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