Fountain Pen Versus my Muse Trixie

The fountain pen ran off giggling and lost his pants Leaving a string of letters, none of them seemed by chance How dare he think he can write? Said my non-amused muse angry enough to give him some really mean reviews He’s just a pen, a one-trick pony! Blue and plastic, common, bony! The pen came back to hear my thoughts I’ve always wanted to write, my heart in knots It’s a pretty good poem I told the fountain pen. Muse Trixie was furious and nasty, hateful once again.