Ode to Sharpies


My love for Sharpies is a bit cheesy
Because I know they won’t last forever.
To draw with them it seems very easy;
They help me in my every endeavor.

Seeing their colors on paper, so bright
Is just as captivating as the smell.
All of the colors, what a lovely sight.
Every Sharpie I’ve used has served me well.

They help me in my pursuit of perfection.
They make me feel like I’m speaking boldly.
Although there is no room for correction,
I have never regarded them coldly.

And that sad day when one runs out of ink,
I will only hope that that one is pink.

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