25 Dec 09 |
A little Christmas poem by Hubby. Sing to the tune of Jingle Bells!
Getting published is a goal.
Like a hard working little mole
We type and write and theme and scheme
And with much pride we beam
A complete work to submit
Got read by a half-wit
Not accepted we throw a fit
New York doesn’t know shit, OH!
Writer spells, writer spells
Working all the day
Plots that thicken, nothing like Dickens
We don’t care anyway, Oh!
Writer spells, writer spells
Working all the day
Plots that thicken, nothing like Dickens
We don’t care anyway
A month or two ago
At conference I took a shot
I pitched my work you know
She said it wasn’t hot
I’m wondering aloud
How to make this story cook
Published I’d be so proud
Gotta finish this damn book, OH!
Writer spells, writer spells
Working all the day
Plots that thicken, nothing like Dickens
We don’t care anyway, OH!
Writer spells, writer spells
Working all the day
Plots that thicken, nothing like Dickens
We don’t care anyway…
and look who I spotted! Santa’s tiniest helper!

I’ll have another poem by Hubby next week to ring in the New Year!
I hope you all having a wonderful day!
Karin*
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Love hubby’s poem but Santa’s helper absolutely steals the show! She’s beautiful, Karin. And the best Christmas present EVAH!
by Silver James December 25th, 2009 at 9:00 pmPenny, I agree! Did you have nice Christmas?
by Karin Tabke December 25th, 2009 at 10:31 pm
Very cute. DH has talent!
by Joan Swan December 25th, 2009 at 10:12 pmJoan DH missed his calling!
by Karin Tabke December 25th, 2009 at 10:31 pmoh my gosh if that isn’t the most precious little baby ever!!!!
and i love the poem too – had new idea DH could do that!
by sophie littlefield December 27th, 2009 at 6:15 pm