I am Bic
Redundant pen, I wait beside the phone.
My glossy ink is perfect for all prose.
I’m seldom used, I use this time to moan.
I cannot alter how my usage goes.
Once loved by lovers penning poetry,
And cherished for efficiency with lists,
I find myself in some obscurity
Here, Microsoft and Apple are the mists.
My light is hidden from all public view
I cannot blog I cannot even tweet
My audience is limited to few
And so with paper I do rarely meet.
Take up your pen and write: I say it’s time
And use dear Shakespeare’s medium to rhyme.