The Quirk

Wherever I would go out to A workplace or the market I must put my pen In the shirt's breast pocket Mostly a sparkling fountain pen Though nobody uses them now I have a collection of at least twenty None I will part with, everyday I would vow You are like your grandson My friends would humorously point out If someone pretends to take away his toy car He would refuse angrily and shout That day at about eleven I had been to a bank branch for a fixed deposit Would you mind giving me your pen Showing the form I asked a friend, just to fill it All eyebrows rose in surprise As if I was a creature from a different planet Never could I surmise, however, It was because of the golden pen in the pocket How could I tell them It was a Parker with no ink in it A compensatory stratagem I would frequently repeat I rushed out of the place Sweating profusely till I reached home And sometime later with a gel pen Got engaged in the poetry syndrome _________________________________________ February 9, 2018 For the Quirks - Poetry Contest Sponsored by : Madison Demetros