Sunday, November 29, 2015

Ten Witty Writers

Ten wacky witty writers, all had a dream.
To publish a book, hard it may be seem.
They submitted their story, for an editor to read.
But which witty writer, will be able to succeed.
First writer wrote a tale, that included a swine.
But his story was weak, so now there's only nine.
Second writer wrote a memoir, she thought it was great.
But her story lacked emotion, so now there's only eight.
Third writer was confident, he wrote book on heaven.
But he did no research, so now there's only seven.
Fourth writer wrote poetry, but it's not part of the mix.
Guidelines state no poems, so now there's only six.
Fifth writer wrote a book, on how to stay alive.
But he sent no query, so now there's only five.
Sixth writer wrote on adventure, places you can explore.
She misspelled editor's name, so now there's only four.
Seventh writer wrote on nature, places you can see.
But he never checked facts, so now there's only three.
Eighth wrote on mystery, but she had no clue.
She received a rejection, so now there's only two.
Ninth writer wrote on travel, places you can have fun.
His book was never edited, so now there's only one.
Tenth writer read Writers mag, on what publishers need.
She followed all the steps and she was able to succeed.




Saturday, November 21, 2015

It's Not Over

When troubles and burdens come your way,
It's easy to get down and give up today.
You get discouraged, you made a mistake.
You failed again, with so much at stake.
Unfortunately, times can be tough.
The road you take, can be rough.
If you have a desire, that's filled with fire.
You can keep going, with all the knowing.
You'll find good times are ahead.
So focus on these words instead.
You're precious life did not end.
Today, you can still try again.

Saturday, November 7, 2015

Maggie Plays Volleyball

Down at the park, on a sunny afternoon,
Maggie came along, whistling a happy tune.
She looked all around, for something to do,
She spotted a volleyball, that looked brand new.
She stared at the ball and started to dream.
She saw a vision, She was on a team.
The coach called her name, she dashed on the court,
Maggie was playing her favorite sport,
She picked up the ball and held it in her hand.
She swung her arm and served it underhand.
The ball flew over and the serve was in.
Maggie felt so good that she served again.
It was only a dream but she wanted to play.
So she raced to the gym to signup today.
A big crowd gathered, for Maggie's first game.
They started to cheer, when the coach called her name.
She stood by the line with her heart pounding fast,
It's the game winning point, her chance at last.
She hit the ball high and it flew through the air.
The players all gasped when the ball hit a chair.
The crowd stood silent and Maggie looked stun.
The visiting team scored and took game one.
She walked off the court with a sad droopy face,
Her head was hanging down and she felt out of place.
The players gathered around and heard the coach say.
"Just give me your best and you'll be okay."
It was game number two, the coach sent her in.
Maggie was happy and flashed a big grin.
She hit the ball straight with no trouble at all.
The visiting team stared, as they watched the ball fall.
The crowd gave a cheer when the ball hit the floor.
It was Maggie's first ace, she tried for more.
She served every point and they won by four.
The crowd stood up and gave her a big roar.
The coach took time before the next game.
He called for the starters and Maggie heard her name.
She ran on the court, to serve game three.
They players clapped their hands and chanted Maggie.
She stepped up to serve, with a gleam in her eye.
She took a big swing and watched the ball fly.
The ball sailed past the net, it sure looked fine,
The crowd cheered again when the ball hit the line.
Her team won the game and Maggie was proud.
She flashed a big smile and waved at the crowd.
She ran to the stands and greeted each one.
Then she shouted with glee, that volleyball is fun.