The Implement

It danced,
It pranced,
It gave me outrageous luck,
Leaving onlookers thunderstruck,

It wiggled,
It wriggled,
It put on a show,
Stationary it was not, although

It jumped,
It felt pumped,
It left a unique mark,
Lighting up a page with a fiery spark

It sighed,
It cried,
It went to get a shave,
Many of its kind were enslaved,

It liked to leap,
It never went to sleep,
It liked to colour in,
But too much made him thin,

What is it
You may want to know,
A pencil,
I thought you found out ages ago