My Sexy Pen Poem by Zoila T. Flores

Being invited to a workshop,
By a dear friend, NO refuse,
Me arriving, seeing wood chop,
Finished color, just to choose.

Very talented, men and women,
Organizing, something smart,
On designing, wooden pen,
And creating, gorgeous stuff.

Metal pieces, will be on sag,
Two wood pieces, in a bag,
A whole package, to create,
Writing pens, from scratch.

Perfect Time, to start the project,
With a wise guy, named Joel,
Stepping in, to work and correct,
What a legacy, that's on swell.

Showing talent, listen carefully,
On the process, of the shape,
One by one, getting naturally,
Swinging body, mouth as gape.

In no time, these two wood chunky,
Were displayed, on such a form,
One was skinny, other bulky,
Smooth and shiny, were no wrong.

Perfect lumber, from a dingle,
All transformed, by these men,
Wooden shaping, by the spindle,
To create my Sexy Pen.