The poem for Day 7/281 is this silly, saucy ditty. Explanation below.
You’re so smooth, the way you move
in my hand, you’re so divine,
with you I’ve always got my groove
the way you make me feel so fine,
you are the channel for my source,
my iron sword, my Big Ben,
with you I am a mighty force,
you make me whole, my Parker Pen.
This poem was based on a prompt to write a love poem for an inanimite object. As an aid to my writing, particularly considering how beside myself I get whenever I misplace it, I thought my fountain pen was a fitting object.