It happened at noon
I lost my pencil
The pencil I use to draw
My favorite pencil
My purple pencil
It's the cutest pencil you ever saw
I looked in the drawer
And on the table
It was no where to be found
I checked the counter
And the couch
The stupid thing wasn't around
I gave up looking
It was no use
It was absolutely gone
I sat and mourned
The loss of my pencil
For we had the strongest of bonds
But then I looked
Down for a bit
This wasn't what I planned
There it was
Right there and then
My favorite pencil in my hand