Pencil case

Goodbye my long, thin friend,
How I fear that this is the end.
The black blooded one went before,
When shall I see him next? Nevermore.
The one with the blade,
I wish he could have stayed.
He went did old six inch,
It seemed the great one was in a pinch.
It’s a shame Mr Wax had to go,
All his friends, we loved him so.
Now me and you are the last two,
I am Rubber, you are Glue.

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