Recently, I had a friend
Who chewed his pencils at the end.
Others in our art class drew,
But Charlie H would chew and chew
The brightly painted pencil wood
(He said it tasted really good).
First he’d take a little nibble,
Then, his pencil soaked with dribble,
Charlie H would gnash and gnaw
And chomp until his teeth and jaw
Had munched and crunched the wood and sunk
Their way into a largish chunk.
The teacher said ‘What are you doing?
Do your work and stop that chewing!’
Charlie tried his best to stop
But still his mouth went chop chop chop
As with a concentrated frown
He chomped and champed that pencil down
Till all he had was one small stump.
And then we heard the fearful thump;
He’d gobbled through the pencil lead
And Charlie H had dropped down dead.
‘A dreadful case!’ the doctor cried,
And opened up the boy’s inside,
Where on his heart, the doc found written:
‘Pencils never should be bitten’.