I marched in to the publisher
And handed him my work:
"I'd like to see this printed, please."
He said, "You are a jerk."
"What DO you mean? you vile beast!
That you my jewels spurn?!
I'll have you know that I'm alone
In measuring their worth!"
"I'm not surprised," said he, as lines
He scrawled, while I berserk,
Watched helplessly him reddening
My pages with a smirk:
"A few things do look promising,"
He said. Then looked quite stern:
"I might consent....if you'll assent,
For I think I discern
Some talent, if you will relent
To edit. You might learn
To be a poet yet, and get
Some money for your work."
"But, but---" I sputtered, as he uttered
"Adieu. Meeting adjourned."
Showed me the door and all before
I could think or demur.
And thus I'm queasy, for's not easy
Being published, I have heard.
E'en so online I post and find
That HERE I've flatterers!
08Mar11
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Author:
Chic George (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 9th, 2011 01:03
- Comment from author about the poem: I've been dreaming and scheming of being published......this is what I fear......from a NICE editor:
- Category: Humor
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Comments1
Well Einstein tried to make a light bulb at least 1000 times till it worked, even though many ppl told him to just quit. So as Beethoven don't listen to them listen to you and try, try again.
Best of luck
Dolphine.
Thank you. It is only an imaginary scene, but from the brief instruction I've been receiving elsewhere lately, and what it seems I've heard about getting published, seem too true. I amused myself composing it and still do, reading it.
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