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by 'Pro ' Crastinator
Here's a pencil and a notebook
And it's sitting on the table,
And I plan to write a story
Just as soon as I am able.
Then I'll send it to the Digest
Or, to Playboy, don't know which,
In the hopes that somewhere down the line
The thing will make me rich.
But, the topic of my story
Has, as yet, not crossed my mind,
Dearest mommy, something racy,
Really pungent, maybe kind?
Ah, that urgency within me,
Fame will come to me, I know
If I can write this one darn book
My bank account will grow!
But, until the story hits me
No matter where or when,
I'll leave the notebook on the table
And I'll watch T.V. . . . Again!!
(© Hannah 1991)
These poems are the sole property of Hannah T. McElroy and are copyrighted in the period of 1991to 2010 and may not be copied or reproduced without express permission of she and User Friendly Operational Software