The Zipper — hums — a Modest hymn —
Of Graphite — Pink — and Wood —
I count — my Trove — and wonder — grim —
If Having — outruns Good —
A Ruler — Measures — what is Fair —
An Eraser — lifts my Guilt —
The Sharpener — declares — “We Share —
Or Else — the Points — are Spilt.”
So open — goes — the Little Gate —
To Classmates — shy — and Late —
We Learn — that Plenty — circulates —
When Pocket — turns — to Plate —
