The King of Inking

G.G. Falderal

The King of Inking 

had an inkling  

to write to art's contempt.

And he did sing,

putting head in sling;

a marksman's first attempt.

Sight hind refined,

but to future blind;

his tantrum took its toll.

Having wined then whined,

while thoughts aligned;

his quill would quench his soul.

A sage's page

sets the stage

for others to inquire.

To rages wage

it makes him age

another do ink wire.

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