Ode to my Smencil

Oh,
my,
Smencil.
You don't know what
you mean to me.
You are more then just a
pencil
that
smells!
You are the key around my neck
shiny
and
special.
You unlock a world of
imagination
and
creativity.
A world where I can
express myself
without holding back.
All I need do
is hold you,
and I am there.
Smencil you are my
Excalibur.
I shall pull you from the stone
and you in turn shall make me
ruler of all,
and if I should break your
fine, silvery tip,
the lady in the water shall only have to
sharpen
you,
and back in my hands you'll be
to assist me in my quest to
create
and
destroy,
the dragons in stories.
Smencil you are truly my
night in shinning armor,
always there to save me
when I'm in need.
When I'm in distress,
all I need is to hold you
and you'll be there to help me
whether it be through a story
or a drawing
or even a song.
Smencil you are always there
whenever I call upon you.
So oh, I say,
to my magnificent
pencil
that
smells,
for you truly mean the world to me,
and I know
whenever I need you
you are just sitting,
waiting
for our next big
adventure,
on
paper.