Penned too.

Once upon a long time ago  
in a country cottage there lived  
a grandma and her surprise gift  
from her dead daughter's unknown beau  
an unruly and awkward child  
coltish, doltish, a dreamer yet,
wouldn't learn her letters, made granny fret  
with troubling traits, like, running wild...
 
Now, granny had a little job  
working from home, with pen in fist,
writing children's rhymes with her nimble wrist  
five hundred words earned, just ten bob.
She started work on the stroke of five  
unaware of that silly kid  
tearing pages from her books, she did!  
and granny wondered, what the, strife?  
 
Well, the walloping of that silly lass  
took quite a while but changed her tune  
and after a day and night 'lone in her room  
came down contrite and cried, " alack alas."  
Granny took it on to teach her her letters  
and the magic of the written word  
and by force of words taught that flighty bird  
to fly and not be rude to her betters.
 
Granny kept on writing all the way through  
she reached the age of one hundred and one  
and that lass produced a fine grand son  
and granny lived, watched, till he grew...
" See, Gran, your pen, long since found  
your books, bound, repaired, from your files  
your pen writes now for older juveniles,  
and to be published soon by, Shuster & Brown..."