Answer:
Written on with words of white, Has the color of the night, Is the teacher's best delight, And a student's daily fright
Feared on the playground, he steals your lunch money and distributes wedgies
Words come out of it, aligned in perfect silence. A messenger of black on white, a slinky fellow drawing lines, of thin and soft graphite
Lifeless eyes on my smiling face and watch your child's sleeping place. In their dreams they hold me tight. Who am I?
A single seater best accompanied by circus music and great balance.
What did the piece of wood say when he saw the screwdriver and screws approaching?