Paper And Pen

Once upon a time
In a garden full of rhyme
The paper not alone -
He's with a friend of mine.
My friend the pen
Writes of now and then
Of what we've done
Of mice - and men?
Not one of mine
But stood the test of time
In literary purpose
A story not a rhyme.
It doesn't matter what the prose,
If it rhymes or how it goes
Just think of what
Comes in your head
Of what's been done
And what's been said.
Don't worry if it might cause a fuss
Just write it down
And stick it on Opuss!