A young man sat down to compose
He wrote poetry for others to read.
He sent some off to a publisher
And they were good they promptly agreed.
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"We'll take them and use them
But we'll only print some" is what they said.
That young man was really delighted
But unfortunately - it all went to his head!!!
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He then entered a Website for Writers
Where he thought he was gifted by God!
He was big-headed, mouthy and rude
Everyone thought "He's an ignorant arrogant sod!!"
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They said "Why can't you just chat and be friendly?"
He said "I can't 'cos I'm much better than you
I'm so busy signing my copyright forms
And paying the publishers to tell me it's true!"
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Very soon that Chatroom was empty!
And that young man was sat there all alone
Perhaps he just chats to himself in the mirror
Thank God - that's the nearest we'll get to his clone!!!
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