Sunday, July 10, 2005

An Ode to My Pen

O pen!
RIP Pilot G-2
Your brethen are slain
One by one
Atop my stack of cards.

Wills and trusts
Per stirpes by representation
How will I learn thee
If my pen is in vexation?

The ink has gone dry
And so has my brain
I guess I shall flush this pen
With it's brother down the drain.

5 Comments:

At 11:24 PM, July 10, 2005, Blogger G. said...

BRILLIANT!

 
At 11:27 PM, July 10, 2005, Anonymous shell said...

Quick! We have an emergency!

Could someone please call Office Depot hotline to bring a few barrels of ink over for Heather here?

 
At 11:28 PM, July 10, 2005, Blogger Heather said...

no kidding. that was my LAST good pen. my ghetto pens just don't fit right in my hand. :(

 
At 11:42 PM, July 10, 2005, Anonymous shell said...

Heather, hang on in there. Two more weeks to go and this 3-yr odyssey'll be over.

Best of luck on the bar exam!

 
At 2:28 AM, July 11, 2005, Blogger jm said...

I've got about five pens in different colors that are on their last legs. I'm going to recite your poem to them, in the hopes that they will give up the very last of their ink to the cause.

 

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