A pen I found is so serviceable
Just when I desperately needed one, since,
I dropped my only pen a few minutes ago.
It’s backbreaking searching for it in this cool, cold weather.
It’s even painful being a writer without a pen either.
My pen is my sword, my strength and my breadwinner.
Think of it, the pain doubles when you have an idea
And you can’t find a pen to scribble it out.
Anyway, nature by hook or by crook provided another pen
The pen I picked on the stairs is still serving me.
Please pain, NO pen, stay with me.
Proud to say that
My pen is back and packed,
And my pain is gone – forgotten to Spain.