Pens Are For Life Not Just For Christmas

I've bought a pen called Kevin.
He's learned to write his name.
I'm hoping when I call him he'll appear.
And if I am successful
in training my new pal,
then Where's my flipping pen? you'll never hear.

If Kevin's ever kidnapped
(God forfend that sad event!)
at least I'll know whoever pinches him
will rue that wicked action
and find another pen;
poor Kevin! - they'll be hasty to relinquish him

for, just in case it happens,
I'm training him to write
(now here's the clever angle to our game!)
in any other hand than mine
Kevin Kevin Kevin:
Yes, all he'll ever scribe will be his name.

© Celia Warren 2017

Thank you for all the lovely comments on the topiary of my yesterblip!