The pencil that I lost
was the colour of blue frost,
It was a match to my slippers
Fuzzy ones I wear during winters.
I had it long ago,
In a town called Malibu
where I had breakfast on 5th Avenue
in the morning near pizza dough.
We had two the same
My friend and I, Elena is her name.
It was a present from the dentist,
Elena later wanted to be a hygienist.
Although, she then dyed hers' black
to match the colour of a whale,
One we saw in the water where I lost the trail,
And now all these years, a pencil I still lack.
