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Fountain Pen

In cursive I feel very much at home
Among the trailing A's and curving V's
When print does not about the page but roam
Then cursive clings together and agrees
Calamities may dictate print is best
And peers? They may forget how cursive treats
The letters which their print seems to detest
And spaces which their print appears to smeat

Such beauty! And such people soon forget
Who waste their hours murmuring alone
Instead of write, they mope and quake, upset
Upon upsets the world has hardly known

So let my dreadful pen be but a guide
To freeing all your script that lurks inside

Author notes

This poem is crap. I know that already. But it was fun to write.

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  • blacksorrow
    November 5
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    I like it

    I like it it's really good