The marriages of Mr.Pen to Miss Paper.

This is the BBC reporting

on the marriages of

" Pens to Papers."

So how's it going everyone?

Mrs Paper one: Well, the honeymoon

                       was great, the pen

                       drew all over me

                       all the time and wrote

                       lovely words. But sadly,

                       he ran out of ink. So I

                       divorced him. I have a new

                       Mr. Pen now with refills.

                       I am so happy! 

How about you?

Mr Pen three: Well, I was doing fine

                      for awhile, but then

                      I became bored.

                      So I scribbled all over her,

                      screwed her up, and

                      threw her onto the fire.

                      The fireman remarked:

                      There was no trace of her!

                      I'm happy now, I'm with Miss Pad.

                      I like tearing her pages off

                      ever so slowly .

Miss Pad three: Oh yes!  Tear me baby! Tear me!

                        I just love it! 

What about you two?

Mrs Paper four: Oh! We are soooo happy!

                        It's actually Mr Pencil and myself.

                        He draws on me all day,

                        then tickles me

                        with his eraser.

                        All that rubbing

                        of himself onto me,

                        such a turn on I tell you.

                        He's wearing me out

                        fibre and all with his

                        fifty shades of grey.

                       

And you Mrs Paper five?

                       

Mrs Paper Five: It was terrible!

                        He tattooed me with his ink,

                        I was graffiti-ed!

                        He wrote obscenities

                        all over me with vulgar words  

                        like f**k! F**k you!  F****n' b***h!

                        F**k, f**k, f**k! 

                        Then he drew lewd, rude, obscene drawings

                        all over me about sexual depravities!

                        They won't come off, you know! 

                         Being a paper following the biblical age

                         I found him repulsive, and so vile!

                         I was all but abused, and still not amused!

How terrible!

Over to you Mrs Paper sixty- nine.

Ms. Paper Sixty-nine: Yes well! It was a

                                 match made in heaven

                                 being married to

                                 Mr Pen Sixty-nine,

                                 but I found out he was

                                drawing on other papers,

                                behind my cover, so I divorced him.

                                I must add, not one Mr Pen has touched me since!

                                I'm now stuck to Ms Paper also sixty-nine!

                                We've been together for sometime!

Oh give us hope Mrs Paper Ninety- Nine!

Mrs Paper Ninety-Nine: I am so in love.

                                   He doodles on me

                                   all the time and

                                   writes I love you

                                   all across my page.

                                  I couldn't be happier!

And You Sir!

Mr Pencil Seven:  I wish I had more

                          lead in my pencil!

Well, well, well! There you have it!

Is it a match made in heaven?

Or is one taking advantage of the other?

You decide!

Until next time,

Goodnight Knights and Fair maidens!

Pencils, pens beware

once the pen was

mightier than the sword,

but what of the pen and pencil now,

when  we all become

in a world treading

as one, paperless.

                        

  

  

  

Reviews

[Annette Pisano-Higley]

Smarty-pants! You just get better and better Andrew. Clever Double-entendres, puns, metaphor, droll imagery- this poem has it all. Your myriad of Mr Pencils, Mrs Papers, Mr Pens and Ms Pads are all getting more action than an x-rated movie! Beneath the humor is a sad commentary though. Something great will be lost to the world if pencils, pens and paper become obsolete. Kudos for your thoughts and thiught-provoking words my friend. Very Happy Holidays wished to you and yours!

[andrew mitchell]

Thank you Annette for your kind words and merry Xmas to you and yours.:)