My Pen

It was only a couple of weeks ago when,
In the science lab,
I melted my pen.
Oh, come on,
What was I supposed to do?
Just staring at the fire was such a yawn.

You sent me to the lecture hall in such a hurry,
That when you asked me what I was doing,
You didn't even listen to my side of the story.
But if you ask a question,
Correct me if I'm wrong,
Aren't you supposed to wait for an explanation?

And now a year later here we are,
Not a thing has gone wrong...
So far.
Okay- maybe I set my pencil on fire!
But in the end,
It all comes down to,
I didn't melt my pen...
Again.