Pensive

My pen is having an off day
It refuses to write
It didn't consult the hand
To ask if this was alright
The hand said the pen
"You are such a pain."
Who do you think you are?
You are not the Brain!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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Wolf Avatar
February 6, 2023 at 7:15 PM
ha, ha, ha! Cute one! I gotta 'hand' it to you. ~ Brainiac
Hawkins Avatar
February 6, 2023 at 9:56 PM
Glad it made you smile, Gershon. Maniac, I think, is more fitting. Take care, Shirley
M  Avatar
February 6, 2023 at 4:30 AM
Shirley….your wit is amazing and you are so clever….your poem made me smile! Debx
Hawkins Avatar
February 6, 2023 at 9:57 PM
Thank you, Deb For your lovely comments. XX
Buhagiar Avatar
February 6, 2023 at 1:47 AM
Happens too often when the muse leaves us. Then a sudden burst and you start writing.
Hawkins Avatar
February 6, 2023 at 10:00 PM
That's so true, Victor, It helps to keep old minds ticking over, doesn't it? I hope you are feeling as well as possible and looking after yourself. Take care, Shirley
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