Sharpen, Sharpen, Sharpen

A Pencil-Sharpener Poem

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From the book When the Teacher Isn't Looking

Sharpen, Sharpen, Sharpen

Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen.
I crank the handle fast.
Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen.
Until it’s sharp at last.

Scribble, scribble, scribble.
Hey wait! It still won’t write.
Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen.
I crank with all my might.

Sharpen, sharpen, sharpen.
It must be done, I guess.
Scribble, scribble, dribble.
Oh goodness, what a mess!

Darn it, darn it, darn it.
I guess I’ll start again.
Teacher! Teacher! Teacher!
I need another pen.

 — Kenn Nesbitt

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Reading Level: Grade 2

Topics: School Poems


From the Book When the Teacher Isn't Looking

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