Nursery WritesA Poem by Nomenklaturasometimes I think it's a childish pursuit...
I. One, Two, write something new. Three, four, don't let it bore. Five, Six, ignore the pricks. Seven, Eight, submit too late, Nine, Ten, let's start again. II.
Write a bit of doggerel, a bucket-ful of shite: Four and twenty chapters? Who said you could write? When the book was opened, they all began to smirk, ‘Wasn’t that a crappy tome?’ ‘Who is this f*****g berk?’ The berk was in his writing shed Dreaming of some money The editor called it parlous So bad that it was funny. The book became so famous -the emperor’s new clothes- The berk went off to Hollywood And bought a straighter nose.
III. Blah, blah, Dan Brown Have you any talent? ‘Yes sir, yes sir three bags full.’ Prose like a brochure, plot in a mess and more money in your bank than anyone can guess.
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1 Review Added on June 10, 2015 Last Updated on June 10, 2015 AuthorNomenklaturaSpainAboutNovel in the process of being published by Unbound Books. refugee from now-defunct Jottify. Occasional poetry prize-winner, published in a few minor anthologies. more.. |

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