Poetry The Eraser By Kuilin A pink lump, oh I know you’re unshapely, It looks like you came from the loo! But you erase, except for traces faintly, And that’s what you were made to do. Whenever I need to correct a mistake, Maybe I used the wrong “too” You’re always erasing the errors I make, And that’s what you were made to do. You’re always in my pencil case, Right next to my stick of glue. And you are happy and so am I, Because that’s what you were made to do. Oh eraser, I know you don’t look so good, You’re uglier than most types of shrew! But as long as you continue to erase my mistakes, I’ll always be a friend to you!