My Favorite Pencil

The other day,
when I came home from school,
I faced horrible misery.
Such fatal misery.
Where, oh where,
did my favorite pencil with the pink giraffes go?
His name was Gary.
His beautiful name was Gary.
How could he leave me with such a wonderful name called Gary?
He was always perfectly sharp,
he was always waiting for me at my desk,
but no.
Not today.
My favorite pencil with the pink giraffes was gone.
GONE!
The empty space on my desk sliced my heart like a million sharp knives.
I looked everywhere,
under my bed,
in my dresser,
on my bookshelf,
in the toilet,
everywhere!
But Gary was not to be found.
I cried tears of sadness all night into my pillow and let all of my emotions fall out.
But then, something amazing happened!
The next morning, I trudged out to the bus stop, 
and there he was!
My favorite pencil with the pink giraffes!
Just lying there, waiting for me to come get him!
I jumped for joy all morning and watched television with Gary all afternoon!
My pencil was safe!