Dear Publisher.
I make no bones, I’d like to be,
Just like Julia Donaldson, me;
So what I really need to find,
Is an Axel Scheffler kind.
Would you kindly take a look,
And see if you can see a book
Among my many tales that rhyme,
And maybe bring me luck this time?
I keep on writing even though
Just like Julia Donaldson, me;
So what I really need to find,
Is an Axel Scheffler kind.
Would you kindly take a look,
And see if you can see a book
Among my many tales that rhyme,
And maybe bring me luck this time?
I keep on writing even though
It isn’t easy, that I know;
But it’s what I want to do…
Every day write something new.
So far I’ve written ninety five,
As every morning I contrive
To tease a story from the air,
(Or from that lump below my hair).
Some are better, some are worse,
But as examples of light verse,
Hopefully now and again,
Someone they might entertain.
Some are childish, some are daft,
Some work in progress, just a draft,
But any of them really could
Be published, if you kindly would
As every morning I contrive
To tease a story from the air,
(Or from that lump below my hair).
Some are better, some are worse,
But as examples of light verse,
Hopefully now and again,
Someone they might entertain.
Some are childish, some are daft,
Some work in progress, just a draft,
But any of them really could
Be published, if you kindly would
© Stephen Saunders