The essence of a good story, something good. If only I could write, I would be a writer. |
I wanted to dazzle my readers with something good But nothing I wrote could be remotely understood I’d like to be a literary genius, but it seems I’m lacking In any form of skill with the exception of, well, slacking Re-writing my main character to be a little less mean Deleting what was supposed to be a steamy sex scene Replacing the woman’s lover with a faithful hound It seemed easier than writing about her fooling around As for the plot, well it has everything you could want It has good guys, bad guys, a Times New Roman font There is murder, dancing, then things start to unravel Admittedly I got a bit lost, when I added time travel Deciding to leave out the circus, I had to keep the clown They make great funeral directors, in a modern town Sending my manuscript to some people for a review I suddenly realised that something could be askew The frowns on reader’s faces, now that can’t be right They didn’t even laugh when the clown lost his sight No one shed a tear, when the gardener lost his spouse Brutally abducted by an alien, she was killed by louse Some of my friends said “there’s potential there!” But they were really saying, I don’t have a prayer With every intention of writing a story that was first rate Alas, I’m now using the old excuse of which the dog ate So I re-wrote the whole story, removing all the crap I figured that I’ll have this thing finished up in a snap Finish it I did, but now I need to be somewhat frank Because all I’m left with, is a page that’s simply blank I’m back where I started, feeling quite misunderstood Dreaming again, if only, I could write something good |