Help! Help!

My friend is falling,

Can't you see,

If no one helps soon,

He will be broken.

He's falling so slowly,

And only I seem to care,

I try to get to him,

But I can't in time.

He finally hits the ground,

And there's a loud crack,

I run to him,

And hold him in my hands,

Then I slowly carry him away,

Back to the sharpener,

To sharpen him once again.

Author's Note:

This is my attempt at writing a poem that shows irony. Of course, it's for my creative writing class.