DEAD PEN DAY--an unpainted blessing??

MY DEAD-PEN DAY (an unpainted blessing??)

It.s hard to be a poet
when my only pen is dead
I scratched and scribbled vainly
at the words stuck in my head.
I begged and whined and made dear Rick
clean out his bedside seat
until he could produce a pen
to shut me up--
a treat!!
My words spilled out at random
to do my poe'ts deed--
if that could end our project,
then that would fill our need!
Our walls remain unpainted;
my words cannot complete
the project we have started--
that would be too neat!
Deadline are fast approaching--
I am getting stomach cramps!
But the walls remain unpainted--
can we use our postage stamps???
I only think in rhymes--
to me that's obvious;
but when I see those bathroom walls,
all I can do is CUSS!!
Still, instead of cussing,
I write this paint-filled verse
until the deadly paint fumes
can knock me out, or worse!
I'm really getting frantic--
you can see it in my rave,
I'm hoping this new working pen
will help me to be brave!
I am getting low again
on the ink I find so dear,
but new paint fumes will surely be
a better sourc of cheer!
I quip that I'm in charge of,
hot food,cheer and jokes,
but this paint thing is slow enough--
I swear it's all a hoax!!