Ode to a Pencil Sharpener

Ode to a Pencil Sharpener 

Oh, you little green mechanical thing 

Who works so well when I plug you in 

You spin and you whirl when a pencil’s inserted 

You store all the shavings that have then been deserted 

No mess will be found thanks to your little compartment. 

And noone is happier than the whole Math department. 

Now, thanks to you, I can draw, I can write 

With my sharp #2 I can work through the night 

I’ll jot down every thought, every word that was said 

Simply because you made useful a dull piece of lead