Where Is His Dhramned Ink Well
What a smart crow! Patty, the new girl said.
She was being flirtatious with Johnny, my owner.
You can do better, I told him.
He is a great guy, but he does not speak crow.
And he does not have terrific taste in women.
I speak English, but it does not come out well in beak.
I write this down, but my penmanship is bad too.
Where is his dhramned ink well? I wonder.
Poe always kept ours on his desk.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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