Again she stumbled on a contest
“why do they care?” she said
There’s this scar on her chest
“No one cares how little writers fare”

Same old same old
What glitters these days is fake gold!

I know a girl
Who wrote a million and one times
But no one would swirl
They live on as her artistic heart dies

Even the London bridge lady doubted her fairness
Until the builders shielded their eyes from all her brightness

I’m quite shy to admit you see,
Perhaps you have noticed?
I’m the she and the she is me
One writer no one has ever noticed

A horse by the name Wergle
Neighed at her from her phone screen
Your feather kept giving her a tickle
Till She yelled ‘I’m a persevering Queen!’

She usually toiled her pen for no dime
But you had the girlie’s black pupils
replaced with dollar sign

You seem to be a straw
‘Cause I’ll be a camel
“No entry fee” was what I saw
Okay! Here’s an offer sweet as caramel

I may not have stressed my brain
But here I am about to send the mail Settle Wergle wrote me this poem
Fingers are crossed if it will sound sane
Will this hammer head hit the reader’s nail?
Yes it will, Amen!