I saw your uther penwriting,
he didn’t seem to give a care
gloating, sneering, cold to the bone
I saw him, sitting there writing,
your uther pendragon, sulking
‘cuz you left him sitting alone
Perhaps your uther penwriting,
his heart going into each word,
his literary skill was shown
While the poor uther pendragon,
no longer the number one pen,
decided his skills he would hone
So he got right to work writing,
his soul went into each stanza,
until his new poetry shone
It was his birthday, after all,
yet no one seemed to really care
they didn’t hear his silent groan
‘Twas then that uther penwriting,
came up to uther pendragon,
for you, he said, your very own
Uther pendragon, teary eyed,
had a change of heart for his mate
as he read this very nice poem
So now uther pendragon saw
he wasn’t really left out and
his birthday took on a new tone
It was the best birthday ever,
they all shared the cake and ice cream
after all the candles were blown
Happy Birthday, Uther Pendragon
How old are you now, anyway?
Dee Garner
© January 13, 2006
Silver trophy winner
Adding your comment:
Don't feel too bad, Shahrzad.... for some reason my own name is on my favorites list, don't know when or how it got there but it always shows on the list on the right of my favorites who are on line at the moment.... I want to delete it out of my favorits list but when I look at the whole favorites list it's not on it.....Oh well..
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