A sword can cut and slash and ****
A pen can spew an inken spill
You wield your sword
To win a war
My pen writes peace treaties
By the score
The sword and the pen
Met on the battlefield
The sword was so much stronger
But the pen just would not yield
The sword swung first
The pen retracted
The sword flew past the nib
The pen quickly counter acted
The pen drew a tree
The sword stuck in the bark
Then the pen drew a forge
And drew a flame and a spark
He popped the sword in
And melted it down
Then drew a Parker pen mould
and an army was found
An army of pens
To rule the land
To fit snugly
In a peacekeepers hand
Mar 25, 2016
Mar 25, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
A sword can cut and slash and ****
A pen can spew an inken spill
You wield your sword
To win a war
My pen writes peace treaties
By the score
The sword and the pen
Met on the battlefield
The sword was so much stronger
But the pen just would not yield
The sword swung first
The pen retracted
The sword flew past the nib
The pen quickly counter acted
The pen drew a tree
The sword stuck in the bark
Then the pen drew a forge
And drew a flame and a spark
He popped the sword in
And melted it down
Then drew a Parker pen mould
and an army was found
An army of pens
To rule the land
To fit snugly
In a peacekeepers hand