Blue pencil

I sit at the desk
Pencil in hand
Don't know what to write
The paper doesn't understand

Why won't you write on me
And fill me with words
For people to read
Of nature and birds

Still nothing comes to mind
And the paper lies blank
Until I see the blue pencil
Hiding behind the piggy bank

Please don't write with me
I'm afraid I'll do something wrong
Then everyone would see
And i won't be alive long

I pick up him up
Gently in my hand
And press lightly on the paper
The desk cheers him on

You cand do it little pencil
You were meant to write
Just push down on the paper
Everything will be alright

Finally I finish
The paper is now full
I set the pencil down
And admire how it's full

I look amazing says the paper
I did great says the pencil
I knew you could do it says the desk
Thank you says the little blue pencil