Oh, dear erasers!

I wouldn’t pass school without you.

In all your glorious colors you arrive before the lead.

You are like a mechanic on my pencil top that never goes

away ‘til someone bites you off.

When I see you I flip you, when I hear you I get confused.

You smell blank, you feel weird, and you taste like barf.

I even used you to make this ode.

Sincerely, your friend,

Jayan Byrapuram