Bleed, Little pen. Offer me words Concurrent with my abundant tunes. Keep it going...Oh no! No ink! Every writer's nightmare is now true for me because you have Died; farewell, my lucky pen, my cylindrical muse. You have ceased to be.
My new task is to find a new muse to continue this piece. Unless I have a gifted pen, I am out of luck. Somebody help me! My ideas have vanished! It's useless to carry on Never mind write. Goodbye, my Songs.