The Etch-A-Sketch

I drew a perfect circle
on my Etch-a-Sketch today.
It took eleven hours
(To the minute, one could say.)

A flawless line of one smooth arc
dark against the gray
I hollered for my mom to see
what kept me all at bay.

What amazing grace!
This truest shape!
To forge from lefts and rights
The steadiest hands
Of the brightest minds
Could not produce such sights!

I sat still in the living room,
with the quiet ticking clock.
Admiring my creation,
and thanking my good stock.

Impatient with my new found art
I hunt my mother down
But in my haste I tripped and fell
and flipped it upside down.

Why are you crying?