All From a Broken Pen
You could say spring was in the air
When his ballpoint pen flew apart
Arthur took charge of it's repair
So that made it a work of art!
Declaring that, he felt compelled
To write something down with it
Frowning his brow, with said pen held
He channeled his humor and wit
When she looked over his shoulder
Every thought he had petered out
She seemed surprised when he told her
Peter problems is what it's about!
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