Zach atteberry
02-02-2010, 01:13 PM
The pen writes about abhorrent plights
It etches our benevolent delights,
The pen writes of the sky that’s blue –
Or when the clock struck our due!
It writes how we traveled from Europe to France
And how the deer would fervently prance!
Quickly it tells of our beloved cats –
Or when she came home with many rats!
The pen that has laid soldiers for dead –
Has filled us with mournful dread
The pen that has given us life –
Has given us the gift of strife!
The pen has gave us solace from angels –
Has also delivered agony from devils!
The pen that laid many a plunder –
Has free willingly token its monarch thunder!
The pen has endeavored heaven and hell
Though a page of an old folks tale –
The pen must take its sleep
But do not cry or weep –
Fore tomorrow is another adventure!
It etches our benevolent delights,
The pen writes of the sky that’s blue –
Or when the clock struck our due!
It writes how we traveled from Europe to France
And how the deer would fervently prance!
Quickly it tells of our beloved cats –
Or when she came home with many rats!
The pen that has laid soldiers for dead –
Has filled us with mournful dread
The pen that has given us life –
Has given us the gift of strife!
The pen has gave us solace from angels –
Has also delivered agony from devils!
The pen that laid many a plunder –
Has free willingly token its monarch thunder!
The pen has endeavored heaven and hell
Though a page of an old folks tale –
The pen must take its sleep
But do not cry or weep –
Fore tomorrow is another adventure!