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The Poem of the Thing which Crunches While Working

 They give a splash of colours to pics,

Because they do that, they're more like a fix.

A crunchy sound they make while work,

Are you interested to learn their perks?



They are mostly used for outlining,

Sharpie and Camel are some of the brand names.

They come in shades blue and red,

Purple and pink, and there are more, I said.



But don't colour too much! They might leave an impression,

Letting you know that there was an Inksplosion (usage of too much ink),

Sometimes the Inksplosion makes the page tear,

Then the poor book cover will have nothing to wear!



What are these things? Crunching while working,

Making Inksplosions, causing those things to sink?

Oh, I really really want to know!

What these things are. So, do you know?



They are the colourful schetchpens, you see,

I wish I was a part of the colourful schetchpen family!



Comments

  1. T.SrinivasanJuly 28, 2022 at 9:04 PM

    Super write up Shriyandhaa. You are imagination is wonderful. Continue your good work. Wonderful thinking and to ut that in your blog is good. Fine. We all appreciate your thinking and writings.

    Babu Thatha

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  2. T.SrinivasanJuly 28, 2022 at 11:35 PM

    Colour ful poem very attractive also with words power .i learn many things from your writings you little smart girl though iam very older than you. You give a message in all your writings. Yes I too want to be a part. Of colour ful sketch along with you
    From Pushpa patti

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  3. AnonymousJuly 29, 2022 at 7:00 AM

    Colourful and attractive poem. God bless you

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