The Write Thing

Now comes the time when I no longer speak- nothing But my blue blooded vessel makes the speech I'm not faulty, its the write thing Now comes the time when my programmed Homing Pigeon no more function Hard it may be But its the blue blooded vessel that gave me unction I may be called but refuse to dine I just don't have appetite The blue blooded vessel had put the 'write' food on my canine Now comes the time I'm thirsty But need not water The blue blooded vessel produces plenty Now comes write communication with FAEO My right hand master And OLA WRITES my coach behind the scene The blue blooded vessel made me feel I'm a hero Now I know the 'write' deal is the 'write' thing All my might I am investing Gripping the vessel with my thumb and supporting it with the next finger I'm emerging a flying writer