Pink Eraser


Near the blue sea,
Surrounded by the green hills,
Under the white clouds,
There was a pink eraser.

Left all alone,
The eraser started to grow,
How? No one will ever know,
There was a big pink eraser.

The military was alarmed,
So they made themselves armed,
And aimed all of their firearms,
There at a big pink eraser.

Everyone stood at the ready,
Waiting for the "go" with weapons steady,
And when they went for the shot,
There was no more pink eraser.

If you go there today,
With the hills and the clouds,
You will read a plaque that says,
"There was a pink eraser."

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