A pen, a pen, a miserable pen. Used to go in the darkest places. Oiled up and all run dry. Why do i even have a life. My owner is so poor, has no toys any more. So he is fine with me, in his worst place to be.
Biro
Double Dee
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-day-in-the-life-of-a-pen/
