There’s a Bermuda triangle in the cockpit,
I’m as sure as one can be,
Where else would’ve my ballpoint pen hid,
It was right beside my tea.
One moment it was there,
Next it disappeared,
More pens than I care,
Went missing and unheard.
Granted those pens were free,
From layover hotels- I hogged,
Yet it’s frustrating to me,
Now how do I sign the tech log?