We used to make the ink before the class
Powder stirred in water turned it black
On the desk were double lids of brass
Sliding back revealed the well ,its lack
After sums we learned to write in ink
A dip in pen, lined paper and a space
We copied joined up writing,learned to link
Taking care, for ink can’t be erased
We used also used our pencils now and then
The better off bought Biros up the road
I had to save to buy a fountain pen
I have it still to write down poems and odes
So common now we never give a thought
Is ink what every human should avoid?
