Think ink.
When I do,
I think of Quink…
And quills-
Like Will’s;
Made from fowl feather
For all kinds of written weather.
“Because, ink is a liquid:
A solution when I need
To write a draft,
Exercise my craft!”
quothed the Bard.
And, before it doth drive a man to drink,
I think that to walk to drink
Would be better;
Which is…
Just as I like it.
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I do love a bit of ink! Great verse G!!!!
Ta, muchly, Ducks! That was in a strangely unlocateable accent – as is my wont. G:)
I tend to be a bit like that writing and speaking in a rather unfathomable accent!
We are all actors, Ritu. That’s how we get the differing voices in our words. G:)
I knew my Drama degree would come in useful!!!
Ha! I have a degree of silliness. You are edumacated! G:)
My B/Ed (read bed, most people thought a teaching degree was a Mickey Mouse course… little do they know how hard a teacher actually works!) was specialising in English and Drama so yes.. I am a little edumacated, and not in Disney ( I learned all about that by choice!)
“Ah, all that edumacation Disnae matter a jot! As once said a wise Scot. G:)
LOL!!!!
I almost got a 2.2 in ballet!
Oh, in my (very) young days I did ballet too!