Day 26 of Poetry Month...another limerick, but a bit extended...

There was a young student of verse

whose work went from dreadful to worse…

the harder she crafted

the more she got shafted

by critics whose comments were terse.

Then one day, she hired a hall

and said, “I must give this my all!”

She invited the press,

who came, under duress,

but didn’t enjoy it at all.

She mourned as she tragic’ly wept,

“Oh, why must I be so inept?

My poems are boring…

the whole world is snoring!”

And so she snuck out while they slept.

She rented a villa in Spain

and sangria-ed away all her pain,

Then found, in a stupor

her writings were super.

and went home to try it again.

© Sally Stevens 2007