On my table forever it rest
It is always patient towards me
And correct all my mistakes
Mechanical pencil is always kind
It is made with a heart
That it generously share with me
When it’s heart stop I will give it a refill
Pens bruises up exercise book
It is forever in pain.
Blue and black bruises from students
Because of the red strokes from teachers
Rulers made out of plastics or metals.
No one could lie through them in measuring things
They are forever accurate
They also informs if we are accurate
Scissors have metallic legs
They are like flashing blades
Snipping papers away in seconds
All under my command
