With the end of each sentence
she gestures grandly, waving her number two
pencil tip daringly close to my side,
holding the eraser like a sword handle
giving my imagination ideas of being impaled,
or at least stabbed,
leading to an embarrassing emergency call:
“Help! She’s been shish-kabobbed
by a centimeter of wood and lead!”
Could a pencil kill?
I’m sure its been done before
but that’s an unhappy thought.
How shocked would the class be
if I grabbed up my pen in defense
and began a combattre?
Maybe then she would not be so interested
in explaining riddles and their roots.
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