Hello all. Today’s prompt, a poem about old technology. So without further ado, I give you a sonnet.
Sonnet to a #2 Pencil
Oh number two pencil where for art thou?
Why did the modern world forsake you so?
We could not say you had failed us some how,
Still you were a victim of the times you know.
So easy to purchase in small packets
Your six sided honeycombs of graphite
Sturdy in your yellow wooden jackets
Bright pink erasers ripe with foresight.
With a sharp point your line was dark and fine,
Or soft and wispy when rubbing broadside.
Versatility you had by design
And your popularity was worldwide.
Your downfall fine friend, why you have been tossed,
Eraser too small, and sharpener lost.
