A pencil, a pen and ink.

I looked up at my teacher

And she replied, "Just think."

My mind began to race

As I thought of what to draw.

So as I did my masterpiece

The others looked on in awe.

But it wasn't a drawing, no

Instead it's what I'm doing now

A poem to be exact, of one I wrote

My poem was about a cow.

"Not an ordinary cow." They said

Instead it's like it's here on cue.

Because of how I described the subject

Had proved it to be true.

So if someone gives you a paper

A pencil, a pen and ink

Don't look to them confused, instead

Remember, to "Just think."