A writer with ink makes a rainy day shine
A terrible dragon, an angel divine
Turns words into heroines, letters to gore
From pages to sages and paper to lore
The throne: author’s rickety desk and a chair
The castle: bohemian vagabond lair
The chariot: Hand-me-down car needing paint
The banquet: Lap leftovers on a chipped plate
Mightier than the sword, so they say
Endlessly scribbling from night into day
Hours on end with a modern day quill
If only this pen could just pay one bill…