Limerick Ode To The Pencil Sharpener (3-Verse)
Did anyone else love sharpening pencils as a child? I was reminded of this favorite ritual of mine, when I learned that today’s the anniversary of John Lee Love’s small, portable “Love Sharpener” patent.
Limerick Ode To The Pencil Sharpener
By Madeleine Begun Kane
As a youngster, I’d take much delight
In my writing tools, shiny and bright.
This is how I’d begin:
I’d stick pencils within
A small sharp’ner, my point-making rite.
How I’d rotate each pencil and stare
At its shavings, while taking great care.
And here’s what I’d ask
In my ritual task:
“Please pencil, don’t break. Don’t you dare!”
Cuz turning too much takes its toll
When the pointiest point is your goal.
But I learned over time:
Pencil points quite sublime
Can be Lovingly carved in that hole.
Tags: Inventions Humor, Inventions Poem, Inventors, John Lee Love, Patent Humor, Pencil Sharpener
I loved my Ticonderoga No. 2’s.
Fond memories.
Oooopsss – did not mean to post multiple comments here.
It has been so many years since i last sharpened a pencil.. I remember in School when we had to go the teacher and sharpen our pencil… but some overdid it and where banned from sharpening too much,
It used to be so much fun sharpening our pencils every chance we could get :D lovely limerick ode.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
It’s amazing how the limerick form is so versatile. Nice memory poem.
your poem reminded me of my childhood,
It’s been years for me, smiles ~
This was such fun! I loved sharpening those multicolor pencils as a kid. Or trying to “sharpen” a crayon!
”… point-making rite …” – wonderful!
Often as I write with my ballpoint pen,
I really would like to just begin
again–this time with a pencil tip,
spreading graphite dreams on a trip
down memory’s path to childhood’s den.
Sharpener of words
dulls.. of minds.. boreds..
Sleep in day
Death of play..
Add a line Adaline..
Adaline forever sublime..:)
Sharpening a pencil rightly an art
Deftly one twists holding its ‘butt’
Mindful not too strong
Or it will all go wrong
Repeating, which is not being smart
Hank
I think a clever literary critic could infer a very dirty, erotic and scandalous subtext to your three stanzas. Bravo!