My challenge for you this week is to write a story, poem or true life piece about writing. Here’s a little ditty from me:
Things I’d Love an Editor to Say
Please, please won’t you write for my magazine?
I’ll pay you a fortune to keep you keen,
For cash and copy you’ll not have long to wait,
I can give you a publication date.
There is no need to send an SAE,
I would never reject your work, you see,
You’ll always hear from me by return post,
For you are the writer I admire the most.
That J.K. Rowling has nothing on you,
Shakespeare and Dickens can both join the queue,
For you, it will be bestsellers galore,
Leaving your many fans begging for more.
I thought you needed me more than I you,
It just shows I no longer have a clue,
I’ll do anything for you, all for free,
When you make a mint, just remember me.
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The last challenge I set you was for a limerick. Here are a few you sent in:
Jason Moody wrote two topical limericks:
So, Sally began to talk Brexit
John tutted, don’t bother, just text it
Her face formed a frown
She gazed to the ground
And swiftly considered an exit.
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Watching the last bobsleigh run
I thought, what a waste of state funds
They should pack up the bob
Grow up, get a job
And join the test in humdrum.
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The brilliant Martin Strike sent in these gems:
Sat scratching his head half the night
Hope was finally lost
When his eyeballs went crossed
We all empathise with his plight.
Found her love life just a horse to flog
So she hunted for suitors
From male contributors
And chose which ones to marry love or snog.
You remember that old man in bed?
With no limericks at all in his head
Shouted ‘There’s no more time’
‘To think up bad rhyme’
‘I’ll do next week’s challenge instead.’
A would-be writer from Newbury Town
Found it hard to get his stories down
Cos his readers he disturbed
with his prose over-adverbed
And apostrophes in each plural noun.
Found his cross eyes were still playing tricks
He got one of his neighbours
To take him to SpecSavers
Now to non-rhyming writing he sticks.
I got on my phone,
Wrote the whole thing down,
Then proceeded to post it to Facebick.
Four friends went to a museum, I hear
At the Tapestry Bayeux
Their comments were bleu
Now they’re banished forever, I fear.
Esther Chilton 
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