The Mysterious Paintbrush

My challenge was to write a poem

That had a hundred words

But writing poems is something that

I really find quite hard.

For a start I had no paper

So I wrote it on the ground.

My pencil broke a zillion times

And my rubber wouldn’t work.

I finally managed to write the poem

That had a hundred words

I stood up to read the words I’d wrote

But then smelt a funny smell!

It was the smell of brand new paint

I turned around and saw

A road painting paintbrush

My poem was no more.

By Peter