A day in the Life of Promotional Pens

As a promotional pen I have to say you would be amazed where I get to in only a day.

I’m dragged from my drawer at the break of dawn to be shoved in the pocket of the jacket that’s worn

Bounced around as we run for the train I guess we must be late again.

Crushed and pushed but soon we settle, now out with the crossword to test his mettle.

I’m tapped and I’m chewed as he ponders his clues, quick to complete the answers he’ll choose.

We arrive in the city, crossword complete, newspaper discarded, left on the seat

But I’m back in the pocket nice and snug, as he stops for a coffee in a take away mug.

We get to the office, time to spare; jacket is hung on the back of his chair.

Not me his promotional pen, I’m here on the desk for all to see, sitting next to his work PC

Answers the phone with his left, me in his right, ready for note taking, ink shiny and bright

We go to a meeting, top brass are all there, I notice a promotional pen in the hand of the chair

You really can’t miss us or the message we hold, that’s our purpose in life, or so I am told

Manufactured with care printed with style, we are displaying your brand all of the while.

The meeting is ending chairs sliding back, a quick word with you, says a colleague named Jack

Couldn’t help noticing your promotional pen, I need a birthday present for my lovely wife Jen

Just need the website and number it holds of the jeweller who specialises in golds.

You see we are top of our game, when it gets to easily spreading your name.

Back at our desk, me in the pocket, Jack calls by, he’s ordered a locket.

Glad my pen was of help, my master replies, hot date tonight so got to say bye.

Back on the train I’m out and in use, jotting down notes on some sheets that are loose.

Home in a hurry fast as he can, sausage and chips thrown in a pan.

I’m put on the side for about an hour while he eats his dinner and takes a shower

Mouthwash gargled, aftershave spraying looks like he’s out for an evening playing

Sitting in the top pocket of his nice clean shirt, I can see the lady and hear him flirt

He’s doing quite well; she seems really nice, he certainly seems to have broken the ice

They want to swap numbers to give each a call, she looks in her bag he clicks out my ball

Numbers exchanged on a handy beer mat I’m put back in the pocket with a reassuring pat.

Getting back home I’m back in the drawer, be back out tomorrow of that I am sure

We promotional pens are essential you see we are functional, welcome and usually free.