In graphite's trace, a tale unfolds,
A pencil's dance, its story told.
Wooden wand in fingers light,
Sketching day, embracing night.Lines emerge with every stroke,
A silent language, softly spoke.
Eraser's touch, mistakes it mends,Pencil's journey, creativity sends.
It's not too fussy, nor too plain, in the middle it resides,
A slice of Calamity Cake, a delicious surprise.
With a swirl of frosting, a dash of charm,
This median confection brings joy and warmth.
In classroom or artist's hand,
A pencil's magic, vast and grand.
On paper's canvas, dreams take flight,
In shades of gray, a world so bright.