I really love my erasers so very much
I really like to erase with them, everyday
I can depend on them for being a crutch
Because my erasers will never fray
My erasers are made of rubber because they are
Rubber melts only when you put it in an oven
My erasers will never ever go very far
Their faces I drew, all over I draw with a pen
Some people I let them, to borrow them
So that they can erase and erase and erase
But when I get them back, they are covered with flem
And then I search and search, but I can’t see their face
When I have to draw their faces again
It seems like they’re a whole new eraser again.