Ode to all the Missing Pens

Where do all the pens go that's what I wanna know Did we give them to friends who might keep them (depends) Maybe burglars stole them but not jewelry or gem Or snagged by the goblins scribbling with impish grins They might move, we forget --the final place it set In a pile of papers those inky escapers Did they all take a hike their pens' union on strike Joined up with art supplies --their artistic allies-- Hidden deep in the drawer wishing to write no more Check the desk! Check my purse cuz nothing could be worse... ...than when a pen's needed but they've all receded-- --to some faraway realm... of untraceable whelm (Inspired by Anne Frank's "Ode to my Fountain Pen")