Well Penned, I Hope

Would my poetry improve if I used a posh pen A fountain or quill, as was used back when People took pride in all that they did Not like these days, anything for a quid Where are the inkwells that adorned a poets table Imagine a quill pen with a white feather if you are able The poet or writer looked in charge of the situation As he dipped the quill into the ink with a flourish And wrote words of inspiration The ink flowed freely as the poet wrote words Hardly ever heard of or used Words that tugged at heartstrings To take in, ponder and muse A fountain pen came next without the romance of the quill It was a status symbol some people collect them still You did not dip the pen into an inkpot Instead, you fill the pen with ink Sometimes it got too full and made an ink-blot Fountain pens are not used today only by a few It was the Americans that invented something new Biro is the name of this pen used by everyone They are a dime a dozen and are sold by the ton They are very practical and convenient to use Therefore it's not the pen that makes poetry flow It's the imagination of the muse