The Dreaded Blurb

I can write a poem
And include a rhyme
Or produce a novel
If given the time

But ask me to
Compose a blurb
Discuss my book
In a few short words

Keep it simple
And make it pithy
So potential readers
See how it’s spiffy

Oh, how I wish
The task were so easy
But this dreaded job
Makes me quite queasy

I feel like saying
Just read the book
Then I won’t have to
Write you a hook

But instead I brainstorm
Over syntax I fret
And after 200 tries
A blurb I’ll beget

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A Feverish Plea

As a writer
I pay attention
To any word
You care to mention

Since this week
I had the flu
“Feverish” struck me
I pondered anew

Doesn’t that word
Mean impatient and irked
High-strung, annoyed,
And going berserk?

Well, that’s how I act
Most of the time
My personality is not
What you’d label sublime

But when fever strikes
I’m all mellow and calm
A little high temp’s
An emotional balm

Nothing bothers me
My worries subside
I move a bit slower
Let the little stuff slide

So the feverish me
I rather enjoy
The feverish approach
I’d like to employ

Even when
I’m not feeling sick
To be mellow and calm
Now that’s quite a trick!

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