As brown as bark on an old tree
As old as black and white pictures
Its legs are as strong as bricks
I hear my pencil break as I drop it on my desk
I want to keep it for my whole life
I is as hard as a stone see my lamp shine on my desk
It’s as precious as an angel
It’s worth a lot of money
There are a few texta marks on it
It’s not swirly like lolly pops
It’s not wavy like the waves in the ocean
It’s hard and I like it that way
I see my lamp shine on my desk
I love my desk
Soon I’ll be getting a new one
Noooo I like it, I want to keep it,
It has storage underneath
I do my homework on it
I put a box on it to keep pencils on it
Its precious its my desk