The trouble with writing...

I love pens. Pens with color, pens just black, pens that sparkle...i think the only pens i don't like are blue pens. For some reason, they are dreadfully uninteresting. The best pens write very fluidly, and i can write small if i want to. The worst pens are scritchy-scratchy, and they dry out in my pen holder until i clean it out and throw them away. ANYWAY, all that to say...i was looking through a notebook i have of stuff i wrote in high school. It's fun looking at how i wrote and how i write now, and there are lots of similarities. I was obsessed with limericks at one point, and i thought i'd share this one. ^_^

I once had an old squeaky pen -
Oh, what a pen i had then!
Whenever i'd scribble,
The ink would just dribble
All over my paper and pen.

Then finally this wearisome pen
Squeaked ink in gallons of ten;
So i threw it away
At the end of the day
And went and bought a new pen.

Fun, innit? ^_^ lots of things i would change and make better, but i still like the poem...after like 10 years.