The Valley that Calls by Deniz Besim - HTML preview

The Pencil Case

A friend of mine picks up my pencil-case,

'What in the world do you have here?'  she asks.

A large ruler fulfils all sorts of tasks,

A sharpener and pen, perfectly ace,

A calculator with strangely shaped face,

What I don't have is a couple of flasks

And inappropriate if I'd packed masks.

Pencils, compass, rubbers - all packed in grace.

She smiles and says, 'Can I borrow this pen?'

'Fine,' I say, 'As long as you give it back.'

She tells me my pencil-case looks open

In yellow - other colours brightness lack -

Her preferred colour - but I wonder when

She'll return my pen, she best be on track.