I'Ve Lost My Pen and You Can Tell It

Pen I lay thee down you're in a cluttered pile beside my crystal crown you're ink I won't defile I promise to restore your pride with valor strength and flair I'll put my paper by your side you'll be warm in there Though later you'll be hidden hitherto beneath my gain my dear friend overridden drenched by a coffee stain I'll pick you up and brush you off and press down once again if absence comes to boff the chaos has set in I suffer to create what I cannot seem to find if you don't relate thank God to content your mind For you are not forgotten overlook my trusty plot you have been blessed by the Begotten forgive me pen to nought