Ms. Shah 6th Grade
opened up a head
filled with grey hair.
when put back it stays
With it’s brother.
As big and boring as Squidwerd’s
house. As old as a turtle.
Like a dark cloud coming
close to land.
The eraser looks like a cake
ready to be eaten
in the corner of the room, untouched
staring at the wedding hall. It’s frosting looks like a silly
hairstyle.
Quickly closes its eye
when the person walks by
it smells like a bakery waiting
to be eaten tonight.
The highlighter
It’s colored like mustard
as bright as maize
But even if it shines so bright
it is still used to put detail
Though it’s brighter than the sun
it is still see-through
Feeling no one sees them
Only to highlight the dark ink
Even in any color, it isn’t seen