3 Pens

 

One for the poet
to scratch out a rhyme

One for the banker
to ask for more time

One draws a lady – dressed in her bonnet
One left for Shakespeare
to crank out a sonnet,

One just to doodle
while I sit and think

Another to swizzle
and mix up my drink

One used for large print
to fill up a book

to just use up space
now how would that look?

A pen you might borrow
but please give it back

I don’t write in blue
always in black

I never use click-tops
just these – don’t knock it

I’ve never had any
leak in my pocket

Now that I’ve written
what you sit and read

You'll see that 3 pens
are all that I need.

 

 

 

 

 

ZC