Harry The Louse Laments - Interruption

I’m told my webpage it is lagging, so I have to work some more

‘You must write another poem, that’s what they’re waiting for.’

‘But my novel’s nearly finished, twelve days should see it done!’

‘They don’t want your heavy novels, a poem’s much more fun.’

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Harry the Louse is once more sidelined, my editor’s in command

This constant switching Harry on and off, is getting out of hand

Successfully he’d whispered, sweet words to a well-heeled blonde

They’d headed to her hotel room to try out his magic wand

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She was excited by the promise made, she looked forward to his trick

She hoped he would prepare his ground, not wave his wand too quick

She set the stage with coloured lights, her cunning just revealing

A grand showing he would make, of his magic wand’s concealing

*** 

The stage was set, as were the props, she pulsed with anticipation 

Harry prepared to thrust his wand and cause a great sensation

His mobile rang demandingly, perhaps with something tragic

His face went white, his poor wand fell and Harry lost his magic 

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He has made me swear a promise, I must learn to wait a tick

And ignore all demands for poetry, while I write a Harry trick

Which is the more important asked our persuasive lady killer

Blog-standard rambling verse or a potential first-class thriller?