The Lost Pencil

Light-hearted, Love, Personal, Poems 0 Minutes

Where’s my pencil?!
Someone stole my pencil
She screamed.

Cursed thieves, stealing
Her pencil, I thought
To myself.

Where is my
PENCIL she asked
Once more

But only
An empty silence
Replied.

Around she went,
Searching for her lost
Pencil.

No one saw it, she
Sighed. And I signed
With her.

Then
I FOUND MY PENCIL
She said.

IT’S IN
MY POCKET
WHAHAHA

Published by Donn Lee

I love to read and write. Professionally, data science, technology, and sales ops are my thing. In my non-professional life, I aspire quite simply to be a good person, and encourage others to do the same. For those who care, I test as INFJ in the MBTI.

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