Harry the Louse Laments - Eruption

My webpage is lacking something, I have to toil yet more

My editor wants more verses, she says only poems soar.

‘My novel, it will suffer when mere days would see it done!’

‘Your lousy story’s not wanted; folk find poetry more fun.’

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Harry the Louse was sidelined, I yielded to her request

I sadly pulled the plug on him when almost at his best

Convincingly he’d whispered, sweet words to a dishy blonde

She took him to her hotel room to stroke his magic wand

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It excited her the thing she saw, she believed t’would do the trick

She hoped he would lead gently in, not wave his wand too quick

The lights were dim upon the scene, her cunning barely showing

As Harry moved towards her charms, his magic wand a-glowing

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The stage was set most carefully, she squirmed with expectation

She took his wand with outstretched hand, an act of supplication

But in urgency she pulled too hard, caused the wand to blow a fuse

And brought a damp squib ending that neither one would choose

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I have given Harry a firm promise, I’ll just focus on my book

Her demands for rhyming verse put him firmly on the hook

Harry won’t help with poetry or before a woman grovel

He only wants to be a star in a first class proper novel

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