In the outside my bag looks clean and nice,
But inside there are pencils and markers everywhere, even mice!
It's like a little city where towers are books,
And ink and eraser dust is all they eat and cook,
All my pencils are like tiny people down there,
And they see my hand like its a warning or a jumpscare,
They see my pouch as their little home,
And they use my erasers as garden gnomes,
I don't really care in any way,
But still they have rent to pay,
Poem By: Muhammed Abdulla Saballe Balouch and Fawzan Ahmed
Grade 5A4
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