Getting nothing done

…and if you wonder why, blame it on the office cat.

Innocence

This reminded me of a poem on a blog called Essence.

Where Do PensĀ Go?

Are all the pens leaving town

For not a one can be found

Perhaps there was a pen revolt

That caused the writing sticks to bolt

Maybe all were whisked away,

They could have gone outside to play

Or maybe they were vaporized

By outer space alien spies.

There will be no writing here today,

For all the pens have gone away.

— Charlotte Franck, 2008