Eraser by Mr. S

my eraser has gone
and left me forever

I got him in June
he’s left in December

his name was Fred
and he will be missed

for what he corrected
for what he undid

his last words to me,
were while we erased

there, their, and they’re:
“They’re in the wrong place”

Fred was my friend
Fred was so kind

didn’t care I’m not perfect
make mistakes all the time

Fred has met Sally
a pencil with lips

they ran off last night
they’re off to get hitched

I hope that he’s happy
I wish him the best

and hope that my teacher
gets why I’m a mess

without Fred I’m working
without a full deck

with scratches and cross-outs
my work is a wreck