Writing is hard
and I’ll tell you why:
I am not the Bard
and that makes me cry.
Red pens are bloodstains
on my poor first draft
Despite prep-school refrains
about the English “RAFT.”
Well, dear school teachers,
I must ask you now:
Though you seemed to be preachers,
I do not know how
To find out my ROLE
and write something witty
Or cater to AUDIENCES
who only give pity.
FORMAT is another
thing that I fear,
Should I use some other
TOPIC right here?
And don’t get me started
on characters mine;
They seem to have parted
from the plot in my mind.
Speaking of plot,
that’s a whole other problem.
It’s conflicts are rot
and I can’t seem to solve them.
But Ah! What sweet hope
Is a new inspiration!
To quit is to elope
but I need a vacation!
This stupid novel draft
is getting quite tedious
and you’d have to be daft
to desire to read this.
Alas, though, I’m stuck
and committed you see,
for it is just my luck
to write a trilogy…
A Bookish Charm 