The contents of my desk

Today I read a poem called 'the contents of my desk'. I wrote about a poem because it is poem month at my school. This is the poem. 

A nail

A nickel

A snail

A pickle 

A twisted up slinky 

A ring for my pinky

A Blackened banana 

A love note from Hannah

My doodles of rockets

The lint from my pocket

A fork like-utensil 

But sorry no pencil 

By Kenn Nebbit

Something I find weird is that who would not have a pencil at school?