The Pencil Case
A friend of mine picks up my pencil-case,
'What in the world do you have here?' she asks.
A large ruler fulfils all sorts of tasks,
A sharpener and pen, perfectly ace,
A calculator with strangely shaped face,
What I don't have is a couple of flasks
And inappropriate if I'd packed masks.
Pencils, compass, rubbers - all packed in grace.
She smiles and says, 'Can I borrow this pen?'
'Fine,' I say, 'As long as you give it back.'
She tells me my pencil-case looks open
In yellow - other colours brightness lack -
Her preferred colour - but I wonder when