See what Lee makes of the assignment to write about 'a green felt-tipped pen.'
TWO STORIES
The green felt tipped pen was irritated. He couldn’t find parking any where. He’d put up
with a virus in his nib for weeks now and was on his way to a healer. The healer was
actually Gabrielle’s wife and she operated from a double-decker bus. It was a useful
place from which to work because she could also do some autumn pruning. Anyway the
pen decided to abandon his vehicle and walk down the pebble path.
On arrival at the bus the boy who opened doors was there. He was dressed from head
to toe in porcelain. The pen was a little disturbed at first but, ‘Oh well,’ he thought, ‘after
all this is a Free State’. He proceeded onto the bus and started seeking Summer, for that
was Gabrielle’s wife’s name. Yes, her name was actually Summer. She had beautiful old
brown eyes and always wore red shoes, "To match the bus," she said. She had been
waiting for the pen but he gave the apology about not finding a space for his car.
She went to fetch a glass pitcher and poured some liquid over the pen. "This is your
metamorphosis, little writer," she said to him and that was the beginning of wisdom.
While parking my large double-decker bus
A healer appeared in red shoes
She carried a glass pitcher and made such a fuss
But her old- brown eyes gave no clues
"I demand an apology, you Virus ," she yelled
"My green felt tipped pen will not lift,
It fell down the pebbled path and there it was held,
Now I’m angry, real angry; get my drift?"
It was Gabrielle’s wife receiving the flack
While innocently seeking Summer.
She’d get the pens ‘Free State’ easily back
Without even using a plumber.
"Fear not Madam Porcelain, I’ll amend all," she cried
And with metamorphosis she knew that she would.
For the boy who opened doors never ever lied,
Because the beginning of wisdom was too good.
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