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Fountain Pen Versus my Muse Trixie
The fountain pen ran off giggling and lost his pants
Leaving a string of letters, none of them seemed by chance
How dare he think he can write? Said my non-amused muse
angry enough to give him some really mean reviews
He’s just a pen, a one-trick pony!
Blue and plastic, common, bony!
The pen came back to hear my thoughts
I’ve always wanted to write, my heart in knots
It’s a pretty good poem I told the fountain pen.
Muse Trixie was furious and nasty, hateful once again.
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Caren Krutsinger
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