Friday Poem: The Electric Pencil Sharpener

 

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THE ELECTRIC PENCIL SHARPENER

 

The electric pencil sharpener’s

A joy to have at hand.

And when I need a pencil sharp

(I swear it’s never planned),

I push it in the little hole,

I feel it shake, and then,

I pull it out, blow shavings off,

Then thrust it in again.

I do this till the pencil’s smooth

And sharp as it can get …

And then, somehow, I get the urge

To smoke a cigarette.

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