Pentastic! Poem by Denis Martindale

I went out shopping, as you do,
Not knowing what I'd buy,
Just window shopping for some clue,
My credit card to try...
The stationers was calling me,
As if within a spell,
As if Hell-bent on stalling me,
Yet more I couldn't tell...

Then suddenly, it caught my eye!
A golden fountain pen!
I fell in love! Oh, my, oh, my!
In truth, beyond my ken...
Why should it be? I stood amazed
At all its finery
And suddenly, my hand was raised,
With credit card set free...

I paid a fortune then and there!
There was no other way!
Gone were my instincts to take care,
I took it home that day...
The blue ink filled it to the brim,
The pen was in my hand,
I wrote of Jesus, just of Him,
I was in Wonderland!

Calligraphy, my faithful friend,
Was with me all the time
And with my poem at its end.
I knew it was sublime!
I framed that poem when it dried,
The frame went on the wall...
'The Cross Of Christ' was penned with pride,
You see, it says it all...