SEND AN AGENT!
Out for my walk on the
back road today
My mind was a blank - I
had nothing to say –
The editing’s done but
there’s no time to play –
Find an agent!
Immediately every excuse
raised its head –
The print in the Yearbook
is too small to read –
And for over-strained
eyes too much screen-glare is bad –
Where’s the agent?
Procrastination’s the
curse of our craft
And reading those
guidelines is too much hard graft –
But to hope they’ll come
looking is simply plain daft –
Get an agent!
Two books I have written
are ready to go
But the Christmas
deliveries are bound to be slow –
Dear Santa – along with
the gifts and ‘Ho-ho!’
Send an agent!
Well, with a fantastic poem like that, I don't see how Santa can refuse... though if the agent's been tied up in his sack for too long, they might not be feeling very benevolent!
ReplyDeleteSomewhere in England, there's an agent sighing over the desk littered with so much that doesn't suit; it's all okay, but just not quite what he or she is looking for. And there in the sunny south is Liz, with two books that are just the thing; so dear Santa, please bring the two together and make them click!
ReplyDeleteLorraine
Helen and Lorraine - with you on my side, how can I miss?
ReplyDeleteWow...big pat on the back for finishing! The rest will come in time.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem. Love the sentiment. But that cartoon body is horrific. I may have nightmares tonight!
ReplyDeleteI hope your Christmas wish comes true, but just think of the sooty mess on your carpet when Santa throws an agent down the chinmey!
ReplyDeleteRos - I copied the cartoon from a Friday fiction entry - it is a bit nasty but that's how I feel sometimes!
ReplyDeleteAnnalisa - Hoovers are much easier to find than an agent!