Transcendental Sonnet #1394:
The school year is ending and pencils sell cheap
At the gigantic grocery store
So I bought a lot of them and stacked them deep
In my Grandma's old wooden desk drawer
Pencils are things which are very hard to keep
Enough of and I always need more
Not the pencils actually
They last as long for me as anyone
It is their erasers you see
Which never last to their end once begun
Confronted by uncertainty
Without erasers I get nothing done
Pencils all over the house with their erasers rubbed flat...
Write with no erasers? Even I am too smart for that...
+Steven Curtis Lance