You Are the Paper and I Am the Pen

YOU ARE THE PAPER AND I AM THE PEN Hi Jenn, glad you are writing a poem today, And ecstatic you are drafting it in a Happy and mostly pink notebook, Which of course is me, What on earth was it that took You so long, to do this sensible thing, You have thrown hundreds of sheets away Screwed them up, and thrown in your bin, To never see another dawn, or beautiful day. Lock down WOW, I’m thrilled we must stay at home, Will the virus lessen, because all will less roam? Well “Pinkie Book” I couldn’t resist you You looked so cute and extremely cheeky, Your pages trimmed with freaky, Skulls and ghosts, I really wanted this book And since we have established you talk Maybe you can go back in time And find the scribbles that were discarded That had no meaning, disregarded. We have unlocked a mystery so profound From Centuries ago, we will see it through When this dreadful, horrible virus. Is no longer a crisis! As each of the flowers painted on the four Corners of the paper nod their heads demurely Makes me feel guilty if my pen is full of fury! Let’s make a poem together said the pretty note-book. With pleasure I replied! There once was some pink paper, and a pen Who were both owned by a poet called Jenn She discovered the pink paper could speak, This for Jenn was such a surprising treat, Jenn, muse, talking pink pad destined to craft a gem! Our President Cyril Ramaphosa addressed the nation last night, The nation goes into lockdown by midnight Thursday night With the full strength of the law and its might Allowed a grocery store or get medication Be quick and back with extreme trepidation Unabiding Citizens army and police involved in this plight Thank you dear Pinkie book, you really are so clever, Stay here as long as you like, you are now a family member!