oh right :)
fountain pens are masculine...
mine is definitely a girl...
My Little Fat Pen
My little fat pen has a mind of her ownShe sometimes hides away from me and is
Found far away on some floor
Languishing away from her blue and white pot.
She is not a ridged plastic utility pen.
She is a rounded curvy implement with
A soft cushion where she lets me rest my
Finger and thumb knowing my intent.
Never scared to linger over paper
She quite enjoys being twirled around
Never dizzies when I shake her like a dervish.
She flows with whatever I do
Ignoring how I gnaw on her undeserved.
I may become quite dumb when she runs out
To the pen den in the sky
As she will one day...
Maybe she could tolerate being refilled
But I am shy of investigating her innards
I might offend her and she might refuse
To write my words...
I will keep her skeleton
In my second drawer down
Next to my dear departed stapler.
Poetry by jenks
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Written on 2009-09-16 at 23:37
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