My Purple Pen Poem by Richard D Remler

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I tried to write with my purple pen,
But it was out of ink.
It slunkered to the waste-bin,
So I reached for my pink.

The pen was almost new, and she
Looked so suspiciously at me,
The first words that she had to say
Were, "Fool, please put me away."

I tapped my fingers on the desk
And studied the blank page ~
The good, old-fashioned, unruled sheet
Now yellowing with age.

I took my black pen from the pod
And tried to write an A.
But this old frumpy, tired quill
Had seen its better day.

My bluer pen was a newer pen,
So I took it from the drawer,
I clicked it once, then clicked it twice,
Three times, and then four.

I tried to write in cursive,
But it only laughed at me.
So I dropped it in the waste basket,
As patient as can be.

I took a deep-deep double breath,
And scratched my graying head.
I do not feel like writing now.
I think I'll read instead.



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