Ode to the Leaky Pen by Erik
 

If ever I never
Could sever the tether
That always was holding me down,
I'd walk down the streets
Not sharing my beats
Scarcely containing my frown.

But of course this tether,
Which is not made of leather,
Was just beginning to fray
When I joined Leaky Pen
My frayed tether then
Was cut, now I'm happy each day.

7.2006