In the days of old, before the eraser’s birth
A simple piece of bread held priceless worth
A small, moistened wad, to fix mistakes
On paper and parchment, where pencil marks would break
For 170 years, this was the way
To correct errors and start anew each day
But then came Priestly, with a discovery so grand
A substance, caoutchouc, that was perfectly in demand
It wiped away the marks, the black lead pencil left
With ease and precision, it was deft
It was dubbed “rubber,” a name so fitting
For its ability to erase, without a single splitting
And so, the era of the eraser began
No longer needing soggy bread in hand
A simple, pink creation on the end of a pencil
To fix any mistake, big or minuscule
Ode to the eraser, a marvel of invention
A tool for perfection, without apprehension
From England\'s Lake District to the world at large
The eraser, a symbol of progress and charge
So let us remember the days of yore
When bread and moistened dough were the eraser’s core
And be grateful for Priestly’s contribution
To the simple, yet mighty, pencil revolution. (\"Eraser\") by Courtney Weaver Jr.