Death of a Pen

Intently scribbling at my desk,
I was taking a Puddn'head Wilson test,
when suddenly, my pen ran out of ink.
Therefore, I began to think
that another pen I would have to borrow.
I felt a small twinge of sorrow.
The Reign of the Black-Inked Pen was done.
The Age of Blue Ink had begun.

Ah, the Poetics.