ODE TO BLUE INK
A BLUE PEN IS WHERE IT IS AT.
THE LETTERS CAN NEVER FALL FLAT.
A BALL WILL ROLL WITH THE GREATEST OF EASE
ALL THE WHILE YOU HASTILY SEARCH FOR YOU KEYS.
BLUE INK IS THE "CAT'S MEOW".
DON'T ASK ME WHY OR HOW.
I JUST PREFER IT TO BLACK OVER AND OVER AGAIN
BECAUSE IT FLOWS SO PRISTINELY FROM MY LEFT HAND.
IF I HAD AN OBJECTION
TO CAST MY AFFECTION.
THE INK IS ALWAYS A STAIN
LEAVING CLUES TO WHERE MY HANDS HAVE BANE.
SO IF THERE'S A CHOICE
ON ANY INVOICE.
WRITE IN BLUE INK
BECAUSE BLACK IS FLAT AND THE MISSING LINK.
JAMIE R. ROGERS
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