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Erin
2013-07-07 22:37:40 (UTC)

The Tight Squeeze Poem

Guess what the object being described below is.....

Oh no!
They're coming,
The chatter, the noise.
I hide in my tub,
Away from those boys!

My thin pointy friend,
Hides there with me to!
Both sure that our next use,
Will land us in the bin too!

That hand comes towards me,
And fiddles around!
It picks me up,
And my friend spins round!

My head lands on the paper,
I feel my life draining away.
I'm not sure if I'll survive,
To see another day!

Now the part I've been dreading,
The mind–block phase!
I'm chewed and I'm sucked,
In so many painful ways!

Next I'm tapped on the desk,
Like I'm a drumstick!
Before being dropped,
And given a kick!

Then he curses and swears,
Whilst searching for me!
But I cant take anymore,
My plastic has cracked, you see!

He finds me and huffs,
Then throws me away!
For my insides are drained,
Now the bin is where I stay!


It's a..............PEN!!!!!!!!




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