By Carly Ross
My ink flows from one side of a page to another,
Some ink can be so common, so colorless but my ink is like no other.
Quite a lot of ink is too bold, some is too light,
A few run out easily, but my ink is just right.
Some ink just writes the story,
Writers can get famous and just take the glory.
My ink is subtle is quiet and humble,
Ink can make mistakes and ink could fumble.
Well my ink doesn’t do that it’s perfect in it’s own way,
Artists use paint, sharpies, some even clay.
We all see ads about why you have to get this,
Well my ink doesn’t need anyone. By itself, my ink is a chef’s kiss.
My ink is super special and I’ll tell you why,
It’s thick and it’s thin so you don’t need a supply
Other ink are either faint or dark oh so boring *Yawn*Gosh I’m sorry I’m already snoring,
My ink can write smoothly. It’s truly amazing, I can draw in a car without any erasing.
Well I hope you learnt and loved my ink,
I also hope it made you think, about the purpose of differences and why we are fine the way we are,
Each of you individually are your own, amazing, one of a kind,