Setting Pen to Paper
(The travels of William Pen of Guin)(a silly poem)
What's black and white and red, you say?
A penguin in the heat of day.
Although he likes a cooler clime,
He bides in Careg Wen a time.
To view the choosing of the one
Who'll be the shire's champion.
As well. to see the one whom fate
Will pick to be protectorate.
He thinks our customs rather odd
(He's also been to Sothron Gaard),
So he has come to have a look.
When he gets home, he'll write a book:
A travelog for any pen
Who someday, too, may get a yen
to leave his cold and icy reaches
And bask on fair Caidan beaches.
--Philippa Llewelyn Schuyler
