Best Friends Sharing

Lending Pen

In halls of School, so bright and grand, With desks in rows, a learning land, Where chalk dust danced in sunlit rays, And whispers filled the passing days.

There lived a Kid, with eyes so keen, And by his side, a Friend was seen, Two pals so true, a joyful pair, With laughter light beyond compare.

"My pen's run dry!" the Kid did say, A problem on this learning day. His brow was furrowed, face a frown, His important math work crashing down.

The Friend, he smiled, a generous soul, Reached in his bag, to make him whole. "Here, take my pen, it writes so well, A secret story it will tell!"

With borrowed pen, the Kid took hold, His numbers danced, a sight to behold. Equations solved, with cheerful glee, "You saved the day, you rescued me!"

They worked together, side-by-side, Their friendship strong, their spirits tied. A helping hand, a joyful deed, Planting friendship's fruitful seed.

And when the bell began to chime, They knew that sharing all the time, Made them the best of friends, you see, A perfect pair eternally!