I am a piece of rock,
Too soft which can be broken,
I am a partial alarm clock,
Usually punctual but sometimes not.
I am a book of intelligence,
Or I think I am,
I am a brain of sense
Of a forest of knowledge, densed.
I am a paint brush
Which has creativity, a lot.
It can do anything
Anything, of any sort.
By this I mean I am all rounder
I am a dancer, scholar and painter
And a cake of different variations
And as well a good mentor.
My piece of cake have all the different flauvors
Vanilla, chocolate and butterscotch
It is sweer, sour and spicy
But at last I am humor.