The Stubborn Pen
A frustrated poet had a paralyzed pen.
She wailed, “When you will move,when!”
The pen with sad eyes,looked up in dismay
“Mistress,my brain cartridge is empty this day.”
She knew there were phone calls to be made.
Plus,had to hang up a lovely,new blue shade.
Clothes to be washed,her hungry cat to be fed.
So~she with joy, jumped out of her poetic dread.
5/3/2023
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