While sitting agitatedly in my 4th grade class , I noticed this gangley Lass : She sat right behind me and always gave a me smile , But her hair was all frizzy and Dress out of style . Also observing that her pencil was blunt , My mind concocted a cruel little stunt... " Go sharpen your pencil the tip is real dull It will also relieve this cirriculum lull " She looked at me sweetly my suggestion had merit; so she walked to the sharpener like a horse to the carrot . Past the desk in front of me, Past my best friend Randell , Then to the machine where she rotated the handle. Pretending to read and from the corner of my eyes, I watched as she sharpened I tell you no lies . As she turns to come back I feel such a thrill ' Cause my outstretched leg will give her a spill. She will fall ,she will stumble and may bump her head . I'm giggleing inside ..my face has gone red : But now the story changes and it becomes sad . I did not contemplate Randell being bad. He beat me to the punch and stuck out his foot .I heard him laugh loud as she went caput. She fell right towards me her arms were flailing . I gasped at the sight my lungs were inhaling. Oh Irony, Cursed Irony ,we studied it last week . Sharpened pencil arced down, I was struck in the cheek . My left eye exploded as I started to my feet ; But she just kept falling ,the floor she would meet . In regards to the pencil she never let go . It snapped with a crack and wouldn't you know I'm standing ,I'm screaming on this afternoon so dull . A # 2 sharpened Pencil impailed in my skull !
