Ode to my eraser

Ode to my eraser

Whenever I wrote something wrong

You're always here stout and strong

ready to sacrifice yourself

even if you can become an elf.

Your skin used to be white,

just like a bright light

But now you are dirty

round, and a little stubby.

You sleep quietly in my pencil case

just fitted for the little left space

Nothing else would fit over there

And I'll never be able to find a material like you nowhere

Although you've lost your height

Thanks to you I fix my wrongs right

So I'm writing this ode to you, my eraser

my friend, my helper, my dear.