Pound for pound me and my pen,
are the best there is around.
You can stand them up all day,
we will knock them down.
I cannot take the credit,
cause I know for sure its him.
With his sleek chromatic style,
full of ink and slim.
He moves my hand to cross the t's,
and lies while dotting i's.
And the words he puts on paper slim,
brings tears to both my eyes.
Without him I am nothing,
a man thats such a bore.
But that sleek chromatic ball point pen,
makes me so much more...
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-my-pen-2/
