An Ode to My Pen
O pen!
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.
posted by Heather @ 10:20 PM
5 comments
5 Comments:
BRILLIANT!
Quick! We have an emergency!
Could someone please call Office Depot hotline to bring a few barrels of ink over for Heather here?
no kidding. that was my LAST good pen. my ghetto pens just don't fit right in my hand. :(
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!
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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