My attempts to write one short story |
I thought I'd write a story A little fiction piece A break from all that poetry It'd spill out, slick as grease I created a snowboarder Age seventeen, named Guy Good looking and athletic And gave Romance a try It was a sweet, simple yarn He meets a clever girl Offers her a ski jacket While his head begins to whirl The story wound up quickly I sat back, satisfied Remembering his snowboard My backseat writer cried "You cannot just abandon this Put the first one in your port Then write another story About the subject Sport So I wrote Guy dreaming He was a champion And awoke to find it true. "There! My story's done." But I was prodded to write Crime So he burst into a bank Caught some wily robbers Now that tale's in the tank My pushy backseat writer Demanded a Mystery Drama, followed by ChickLit Plus Ancient History My backseat writer said "Adventure!" My poor snowboarder sailed On a sea filled with pirates "Please,no more!"he wailed. We diverted to a Children's tale To give poor Guy a rest Combined with a Nature theme Using ducklings in a nest Then tried him in Travel Deep in the Amazon Discovering rare species Weary, he still stumbled on At Supernatural, he balked And climbed out my head Dragging my backseat writer, Yelling "find someone else, instead!" Now the two of them are friends And I'm their great nemesis I've returned to writing poems 'Cause I just don't need this. |