View Full Version : Little Willie the Writer, a story in verse

Matera the Mad
02-16-2009, 05:26 AM
The Saga of Little Willie the Writer
A tale that goes from verse to better

Canto One -- The First Draft

Little Willie found a book.
He couldn't help but take a look.
Laborious, the reading was,
And yet our Willie got a buzz.

"My gosh," he said, "it's like the movie!
Full of words, but still, it's groovy."
He thought about it for a while,
And suddenly he had to smile.

"Oh, wow," he said, "the author's famous,
Making money like to shame us.
Maybe I could write a novel,
And move out of this old hovel."

So Willie sat down and began
to type out sentences that ran,
Inspired by the games he played
and television stuff remade.

Once in a while he even took
A peek inside another book.
Within a year he had it done,
And then began the major fun.

Six hundred thousand words or so,
With chapters and all that stuff, you know.
It only needed one spell-check
Because it was so good, and heck--

His best friend said it total rocked.
He sent it out...and he got shocked.

Canto Two -- Rejection

Little Willie fumed and cursed.
"These publishers are just the worst!
Why can't they see that my idea
Is hotter than a quesadilla?"

Publishers and agents all
Rejected Willie. Full of gall,
He stewed a while and then went back
To try to see what his work lacked.

Sweat as he might, he made no dint
Although he had the barest hint
(A few -- a very precious few
Amid the dire rejection spew).

"Good grief," he wailed, "I'm running out
Of time, I'm twenty! Agh! Self-doubt!
Waht can i do to get my book
In to eech litterairy nook?"

He took it to a teacher who
Read a bit and said a few
Things he hardly understood,
Except "The title's rather good...."

His gaming friends still praised it, but
Lacked time to read the whole gamut.
At last he tried the Internet,
Wondering why he'd not found yet

The perfect blog on How 2 Write.
By accident, he found The Site!

Canto Three - Willie at the Water Cooler

In such a hurry to sign in
That drool almost ran down his chin,
Our William called himself "Shakspeer"
And posted away without a fear.

Poor Willie! Half his threads got moved.
He felt downtrodden, snarked, and shoved.
He almost quit, but then he found
His reps -- some of them did astound.

A kindly Mod gave him advice,
And many others were as nice,
Including links to grammar sites
And other things to set him right.

And so Shakspeer kept at his task
Of betterment. He learned to ask
A question that was understood;
He took to heart all that was good.

Before too many months had passed,
He knew that he'd been right to cast
His lot in with the Cooler crowd;
A ray of sun shot through his cloud.

Little Willie left his novel
In a drawer -- no more he'd grovel
In a vain attempt to sell
What was more bomb than bombshell.

In time -- to shorten this fine story --
Willie wrote his way to glory.


No resemblance to any Willies living or dead intended -- "Little Willie" verses are a tradition. This is not a traditional "Little Willie", but so what :D

02-16-2009, 05:28 AM
No resemblance to any Willies living or dead intended

I saw no resemblance to me in it :)

Kate Thornton
02-16-2009, 05:53 AM
Brava! Masterpiece!!!

02-16-2009, 06:02 AM
Ditto on what Kate said. Here's :Cake:!

DL Hegel
02-16-2009, 06:14 AM
no resemblance to any Willies living or dead--but what about undead?


Matera the Mad
02-16-2009, 06:36 AM
but what about undead?
Nah, that's the never-to-be-written sequel, Little Willie the Vampire