The pink pencil case

Lugged around for many days
At the deep bottom of a bag
Thrown from darkness to light
Into a perfect place for use

Crushed furiously by books
Battered by files and folders
Squished inside a clattered locker
Scarred from the spill of breakfast juice

When held you can notice the markings
The graffitied signatures across the front
The stains of smeared bold black marker
And the dented pens that are set loose

This pencil case is a survivor
It has won our hearts since 2011
When I saw it I thought a dramatic WOW
It stood fearlessly next to the price reduce

It strongly battles bold bladed scissors
Is rewarded with soft scented markers
It is nowhere near perfect
But somehow we have settled a truce