Good grief

He carries a pen

Wherever he goes

Leaves his paper behind

He'll write on anything

That he can find

On a scrap of torn paper

He'll write

Give him a paper napkin

And he will scribble words

He's a poet you see

He's an artist

He paints with words

He carries a pen

Wherever he goes

Leaves his paper behind

He'll write on anything

That he can find

Good grief if that pen

Should run out of ink

 

Reviews

[Carole]

This is excellent, and it is what you call a die hard writer. I do this too. It's the crazy life of a writer. Great rhythm and rhyme here....:-)

[Legion]

You talking about me? ;) Yea, I know how that goes. I try to carry either pen and paper with me or a voice recorder just in case something comes up. Great write.