A Pencil
A Pencil
A pencil a pencil.
am just a little pencil.
that is made of wood and lead.
my head was long and pointed,
my body smooth and colourful.
i once was long and handsome,
but now i shall soon be dead.
I love to write quit and nicely.
Through me many Best outstanding
Artists comes out on the map of the world.
But people treated me very badly and
often shave my head.he cut
me soo unkindly that i shall
soon be dead.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Copyright © Aliza Kashmala Kiran | Year Posted 2017
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