LULU'S BOOK
The writer's block was gone and Lulu full of inspiration
Had the theme for a book guaranteed of publication.
She'd show the world she was a real proper author,
Just like Dickens, Blyton, Austin, yes and even Chaucer.
Seated on a bench in the warm mid-day sun
She typed the first sentence. Her novel had begun.
'It was a pleasant afternoon in the city of 'Paree'.
The words came thick and fast as she hit each key.
Hero Jacques was short and fat with a lisp and stutter.
It took a while to understand every word he'd utter.
'Tilda was tall and thin with a very crooked nose.
Every day in her hair she wore a bright red rose.
They bumped into each other near the River Seine,
"Hhhow llovely' Jacques stammered "to thee yyyou again!"
To which 'Tilda replied, blushing like her rose,
"Let's have a coffee before the cafes close!"
So Lulu wrote a story of love and mystery
Many crimes were solved with their combined ability.
It took a while to edit and after heaps of changes,
She sent it to a publisher and had to wait for ages.
Then one day the mail came she was waiting for.
She opened up the letter outside her kitchen door.
'Miss we thank you for your romantic composition
Sadly it doesn't meet our terms of submission.'
Shocked and devastated Lulu curled up in her bed.
During the next few weeks many tears were shed
'Til one day she determined "I'll bob up like a cork!"
And typed "It was a pleasant afternoon in the city of New York."
LINDA SIMPSON