Good Paper's Dilemma

I sit here in my comfy chair,
So bone tired beyond belief.
Today has been a long one,
To yearn for welcome relief.

I need to write a poem,
For there wasn't time today.
Something light and bubbly,
And not one drab and gray.

In front of me some paper,
Blank with nothing to show.
A mirror image of my mind,
My imagination is riding low.

Then the eureka moment,
As an idea dawns on me.
Staring me in the face,
For the paper is the key...

It's a worry for quality paper,
What will be inscribed on it.
A shopping list even a doodle,
Or something crassly counterfeit.

Good paper and fine parchment,
Wish to be a wedding invitation.
Or celebrate a child's christening,
Maybe a thank you for a donation.

And good paper's proudest moment,
Is written on by a regal hand.
Fine calligraphy on fine parchment,
Requesting more by Royal Command.