Got this automatic pen
wants to keep on flowing ink
once it begins
No time for the mind to
think of rhyme
"The Pen" takes over
all the time
All this ink spewing down
tis how it is as if its it had
its own mind
Weather dark and cold outside
toasty warm inside as the heater
jumps on and off
for me atmosphere is everything
pen lets me know who is boss
Have to hit my hand to slow
it down
thats how it is when my Fall Winter
writing begin