My Purple Pen
My purple pen
I kept in my purse…
Oh, how I loved you, pen!
The glitter in your ink
Were stars on my sheets
To spell out symphonies of words
Locked into my poetry.
Now, you are lost
Never to be found,
And I have to use the
Yellow pen,
Whose gleam can’t show against the white.
I hate that pen,
For you were the only one for me,
O Purple Pen.
I should never have loaned you out!
I kept in my purse…
Oh, how I loved you, pen!
The glitter in your ink
Were stars on my sheets
To spell out symphonies of words
Locked into my poetry.
Now, you are lost
Never to be found,
And I have to use the
Yellow pen,
Whose gleam can’t show against the white.
I hate that pen,
For you were the only one for me,
O Purple Pen.
I should never have loaned you out!