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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.’ *** 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 *** 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 *** 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 *** 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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papa stas
5/3/2015 03:47:09
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