The Squishy Little Monkey Pen

The squishy little monkey pen,
Is a utensil beyond compare,
As smooth as the smoothest silk,
Staring as if to say something,
Fading tiny bits each day.

Its ink is black as night,
But brightens every day,
Stuck to its spot,
Hardly daring to blink,
With its cream coloured eyes.

Chocolate fur without tuft,
And smiles like sugar,
Pudgy little arms,
Outspread to each side,
Above its downward perch.

It’s a hug,
And a prank too,
It really is a special object,
The squishy little monkey pen.