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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StatsAuthorNomenklaturaSpainAboutNovel 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..Writing
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