Pen is a friend

Doesn’t mind

When I don’t call

He and I

Are equally involved

I suppose

It’s quite like

A romance

Just took a bit

For me

To make him mine

And don’t be bitter

I beg a pal

That I didn’t

Carve your name

Visibly enough

For connect-the-dots

I suppose

It was the devil

Who we now

Cast out of his chair

So we can consequently

Tie the knot

In the town square