Chapter 3: The Polka-Dotted Pencils pt.1

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Ocean Of Stories

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The Polka-Dotted Pencils


“Why are we Drawers of Drab?

When we should be Artists of Amazing?”

No.2 asked through his stenciled mouth.

They were tired of being pushed around.


The polka-dotted pencils' plight proved preposterous.

But that was before their plot was perfect.

They would get those cantankerous colored pencils

to help.

Callous and chauvinistic in nature, they loved their art above all.


“ They mock your astounding art my colorful brethren!

Take arms with us, against the menacing menace!”

he cried out to the unique utensils.

Their lanky, hand-drawn arms raised to the tangerine sky above,

praising the great and mighty No.2.


They gathered in single file,

waiting for their glorious leaders'

harrowing howl.

“ To the Superficial Door we ride!”

he hollered.


They made their way through the Ironic Forest,

marching apart in unison.


Succeeding was in their graphite sight.


Submitted: October 09, 2017

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A. K.Taylor

Umm, what you smokin', man? Lol. Might wanna lay off the stuff. You could be having an allergic reaction to something making you see and think things no other human would. Personally, I liked the first poem better, but these are interesting to say the least. Odd, quirky, and insanely brilliant in stretching the fictional boundaries. The Mighty No.2 pencil. Ha, Ha!! Sounds like a super-hero. Lol!!! Good job, dude.

Wed, October 18th, 2017 3:47am


hahaha i just have a different mind is all, thanks for the read man. its much appreciated :D

Tue, October 17th, 2017 11:52pm

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