INK

ink.
spilled ink.
made a stink about spilled ink.
it stained the sink,
this ink.
the missing link?
do you really think!
the spilled ink,
it stained the sink,
and mother made a stink
(or what i think was a stink)
about all the spilled ink.
i couldn’t blink.
it didn’t stink,
i think,
the ink.
but mother made a stink,
and then a wink,
to the spilled ink.
“oh, we can but another sink.”

(8/12/09)

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~ by mywordsturnedpink on August 13, 2009.