What rhymes with blue erasers? Nothing that I know.
Ask the thirty thirsty pencils that live down below.
Perhaps the smallest pencil is longer than you think,
And knows the word you’re looking for, written in red ink.
I believe that snips and scraps, at least not more than three,
Can be used to slit your throat, or make poetry.
I know my tale has ended in a dark and somber way,
But I am a darksome poet, so what more can I say?
Poem © 2019 by Magical Mystical Teacher
More Sunday’s Whirligig #215
More Poetry Pantry #481 at Poets United