Burning Bridges!

Burning Brindges...

I had a pen and I lost it.

I bought a pencil just to frost it.

It turnied blue, and so did you.

Wondering if I should just toss it.

It couldn't write, it couldn't read.

The only concern was immediate need.

If just for once, maybe for a day.

That pen would write just what I say.

But things go haywire and we both lose.

Because one or the other refused to choose...
MRS