Poetry
The Eraser By Kuilin
A pink lump, oh I know you’ re unshapely, It looks like you came from the loo! But you erase, except for traces faintly, And that’ s what you were made to do.
Whenever I need to correct a mistake, Maybe I used the wrong“ too” You’ re always erasing the errors I make, And that’ s what you were made to do.
You’ re always in my pencil case, Right next to my stick of glue. And you are happy and so am I, Because that’ s what you were made to do.
Oh eraser, I know you don’ t look so good, You’ re uglier than most types of shrew! But as long as you continue to erase my mistakes, I’ ll always be a friend to you!