PUTTING UP WITH PEN
At some point in time ,I really don't know when.
Seem to have a love hate
relationship,
With my paper and my pen.
Why won't pen let me write,
Does pen worry I might use.
one of her friends at night,
Why is she so mad at me.
Just because I have a need
to write.
Okay so pen doesn't have
an hourly rate,
And I need to use pen,
Everyday and night.
Is that why pen gets irate.
Or is it because pens angry,
For when I went to the post office.
To pick up my monthly giro,
I didn't use pen to write,
Instead I used a biro.
I really appreciate the way pen writes,
Pen floats creatively across the paper
As pen starts to write.
Words gently appear on paper.
Sometimes pen's wit cut's,
When it's put on paper,
Like a swordsman's rapier;
Or maybe it's like a paper cut,
that you get on a single finger.
Cannot believe that pen,
Won't write for me.
I'll have to take pen apart,
Just incase pen gets angry.
I'll take pen apart in the sink,
Think I've found out why pen
won't write for me,
It's because pens run out of ink.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2023-07-23 at 02:02
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