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YOU ARE THE PAPER AND I AM THE PEN

Hi Jenn, glad you are writing a poem today,
And ecstatic you are drafting it in a 
Happy and mostly pink notebook,
Which of course is me,
What on earth was it that took
You so long, to do this sensible thing,
You have thrown hundreds of sheets away
Screwed them up, and thrown in your bin,
To never see another dawn, or beautiful day.
Lock down WOW, I’m thrilled we must stay at home,
Will the virus lessen, because all will less roam?
Well “Pinkie Book” I couldn’t resist you
You looked so cute and extremely cheeky,
Your pages trimmed with freaky,
Skulls and ghosts, I really wanted this book
And since we have established you talk
Maybe you can go back in time 
And find the scribbles that were discarded
That had no meaning, disregarded.
We have unlocked a mystery so profound
From Centuries ago, we will see it through
When this dreadful, horrible virus.
Is no longer a crisis!
As each of the flowers painted on the four 
Corners of the paper nod their heads demurely
Makes me feel guilty if my pen is full of fury! 
Let’s make a poem together said the pretty note-book.
With pleasure I replied!

There once was some pink paper, and a pen
Who were both owned by a poet called Jenn
She discovered the pink paper could speak,
This for Jenn was such a surprising treat,
Jenn, muse, talking pink pad destined to craft a gem!

Our President Cyril Ramaphosa addressed the nation last night,

The nation goes into lockdown by midnight Thursday night
With the full strength of the law and its might 
Allowed a grocery store or get medication
Be quick and back with extreme trepidation
Unabiding Citizens army and police involved in this plight


Thank you dear Pinkie book, you really are so clever,
Stay here as long as you like, you are now a family member!

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