Sharpener's Point Of View.

Who's my customer today?
Waiting,
Silently.
Finally, I'm taken out of here.

Could hear my first customer,
A dull pencil.
What FUN!
A yellow HB one,
Commoner!

I decided speech is not required;
Quick cut then off it went,
Taken back,
Awaiting another.

Aha! Out again,
Wonder who it'll be this time?
A colouring crayon-green to be exact.
Different.

Communication is necessary,
"Hello young chap," I say.
He grunts-well-how rude.
Off with his head then.

Snap! Oh dear,
Haven't been using conditioner?
Better luck next time,
Cheerio-or not.

It's a hard life being a sharpener,
You wouldn't believe the pencils
who come.
Fingers visit if we're lucky,
Now, they're the interesting ones...