To the despairing writer

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Unknown's avatarM.C. Tuggle, Writer

John C. Wright“If you only write one book in your whole life, and only sell 600 copies or less, nonetheless, I assure you, I solemnly assure you, that this book will be someone’s absolutely favorite book of all time, and it will come to him on some dark day and give him sunlight, and open his eyes and fill his heart and make him see things in life even you never suspected, and will be his most precious tale, and it will live in his heart like the Book of Gold. …

I write for that one reader I will never see, the one who needs just such a tale as I can pen, in just such a time and place, some rainy afternoon or dark hour, when providence will bring my book into his hands.

And he will open it, and it will not be a book, but a casement, from…

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There Was A Young Lady Called Caroline

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There was a young lady called Caroline
Who men thought rather fine.
When out on a first date
She would always clear her plate
But she never crossed that line …

There was a young lady called Caroline
Who men thought rather fine.
She had a sister named Lou
(Who looks rather like you),
But Lou never crossed that line …

There Was A Young Lady Called Leigh

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There was a young lady called Leigh
Who one day went to sea
In a fine old ship
With a dog named Chip
And a captain known as me!

There was a young lady called Leigh
Who one day went to sea
In a fine old ship
With a dog named Chip
And Chip’s friend Mr Flea

Just Who?

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Just who
Should I return that high-heel
Shoe
To?

I feel
That it ought to be
Leigh
Or perhaps Sue.
Oh to
Who
Should I return that shoe?

Lou
Swears
That it isn’t her’s.
Then she swears some more!

Oh how I do a mystery adore!
Just who
Should I return that shoe
To?
Do tell me. Please do.

There Was A Young Lady Called Bland

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There was a young lady called Bland
Who asked for a one-night stand.
I said “that is all right.
You can stand there all night,
But she didn’t understand …!

She Doesn’t Care For Her Hair To Be Touched

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She doesn’t care
For her hair
To be touched.
Nor her face
As that would displace
The makeup she with such
Careful hands applies.

Man dies
As he enters in
To a perfection
Of skin
Sin
And rejection

There Was A Young Lady Called White

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There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the depths of the gloom
I received a terrible fright!

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the depths of the gloom
I said”please, turn on the light!”.

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
When she entered my room
In the December gloom
I said “is that you, Miss White?”

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
My good friend Jane
Does maintain
That she haunts her house at night!

There was a young lady called White
Who died one bleak midnight.
The drink making me brave
I slept on her grave
But I didn’t see Miss White!

There Was A Young Lady Of France

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There was a young lady of France

Who performed an erotic rain dance.

A young man walking by

Said “the weather it remains dry,

But I really like your dance!”.

 

There was a young lady of France

Who performed an erotic rain dance.

When a young man walking by

Just happened to catch her eye

It led to a little romance!