The document describes the various ways a lead tipped pencil was used and how it obligingly served its purpose each time without complaint. It was used to sketch mountains, write literature, be chewed on, tickle friends, make designs in mud, stir tea, scratch an itchy scalp, be thrown in the air, and shade areas on a map. Each time, the pencil fulfilled its task diligently. In the end, the only way to reward it was to sharpen its lead tip as a sign of gratitude for its reliable service.

1. LEAD TIPPED PENCIL
I used it to sketch undulating peaks of the snow clad mountain,
It willingly obliged; dexterously embossing intricate lines on the canvas of naked
paper.
I pressed it to scribble magnanimous lines of English literature,
It did the same at swashbuckling speeds; without flexing my fingers to onerous limits
of endurance.
I incessantly chewed its nimble body; while harnessing my mental machinery in
top gear,
It didn’t even wail a faint cry; after being thoroughly mutilated with a plethora of
indentation.
I used its sharp point; to tickle my friends in the sensitive cartilage of their ribs,
It gratified my desire to tease; without lamenting the loss of its angular tip.
I viciously moved it in spongy mud; engraving mystical designs symbolizing rustic art,
It did so with copious ease; inspite of getting disdainfully dirty with coats of soil.
I revolved it vigorously to stir the sugar in my tea; to commensurate amounts,
It executed the job to meticulous perfection; bearing the tyranny of being scalded by
boiling water.
I rubbed it voraciously against itching regions of my scalp; to get reprieve from
allergy,
It accepted this preposterous behavior; in the stride of a chivalrous knight.
I rotated it wildly in the breezy atmosphere; rhythmically striking it against a table of
polished wood,
It seemed to be unruffled; remaining as stoical as ever maintaining its sordid
composure.
I held it articulately to shade vacant avenues of the map topography,
It did so with overwhelming zeal; transforming monotonous white into shades
of enchanting slate grey.
It had served me sumptuously on many a perspiring occasion,
Helped me immensely in my perennial conquest of becoming a writer,
Alas ! I had just the capacity to give it a solitary award,
As I chiseled its steel grey mouth manually with a sharpener,
Crisply saluted my friend in times of distress; existing in the compact form of
a lead tipped pencil.