Great poem I found in the latest issue of Stylus
'Tis the time for Pen Giving</u>
The season approaches
When good friends give presents
While sipping champagne, an
Nibbling on pheasant
I think of my friends, and
The gifts they might send
My fine leather pen case
Is filled end to end
I love my fine paper
My bottles of ink
For each possible mood
Green, purple and pink
I have run out of room
Still I always want more
I grab the new catalogs
To see what's in store
My pens are abundant
Too many to show
I'm expecting another
The mail can be slow
I worry and pace
I moan and I fret
Why isn't the latest
On my front doorstep yet
Each innovation
Brings further joys
I can't get enough
Of these elegant toys
Whether it's Christmas
Hanukah, or no celebration
May pens be delivered
Throughout the nation.
Rhonda J. Foster
'Tis the time for Pen Giving</u>
The season approaches
When good friends give presents
While sipping champagne, an
Nibbling on pheasant
I think of my friends, and
The gifts they might send
My fine leather pen case
Is filled end to end
I love my fine paper
My bottles of ink
For each possible mood
Green, purple and pink
I have run out of room
Still I always want more
I grab the new catalogs
To see what's in store
My pens are abundant
Too many to show
I'm expecting another
The mail can be slow
I worry and pace
I moan and I fret
Why isn't the latest
On my front doorstep yet
Each innovation
Brings further joys
I can't get enough
Of these elegant toys
Whether it's Christmas
Hanukah, or no celebration
May pens be delivered
Throughout the nation.
Rhonda J. Foster