An ode to the pen that exploded in my pants and that one oscar worthy thought I had in a math class

Enjoyyyy

Oh valiant pen, my inky knight, 

Clipped to my pocket, loyal and tight" 

Or so I thought, until the day 

You staged a navy-blue cabaret.

 A Jackson Pollock masterpiece bloomed on my shirt

, My laundry screamed, my dignity hurt.

 You swore to sign essays, not fabric and skin, 

Yet here you are"turning my pants into sin. 

 And as if betrayal weren’t already prime,

 

You struck again… but this time in mime. 

For in maths class, where boredom breeds art,

 A thought was born"a magnum opus of heart. 

It had explosions, plot twists, romance with cheese, 

Dialogue so sharp it could cut through trees. 

I saw my name in golden light, 

The Oscars bowed, the crowd took flight. 

But as the chalk squealed “Pythagoras’ proof,”

 

My daydream dissolved through the classroom roof.

 Oh, cursed pen, oh vanished dream

, Two separate tragedies, one chaotic theme. 

You stain my clothes, you rob my fame, 

Yet somehow… I love you all the same.

Author's Note

Have fun

Reviews

[nomoontea]

I enjoyed this. Thank you.

[Green]

The title alone deserves an award. I couldn’t even see all of it at first but I had to get the full version and see what all it led to. It was well worth the detour. This was so lighthearted and fun.

[S€H@J]

That's exactly how I made it to be

[Neha agrawal]

This is hilarious . I was grinning the whole way through. Only you could turn a leaky pen and a lost daydream into a full-blown epic.

[S€H@J]

Yup just a regular school day in j&k

[Neha agrawal]

Are you from j& k?

[Neha agrawal]

Woooo amazing place

[S€H@J]

Kathua,J&K