Ambition Fulfilled

When I was nine

I decided that I would write

I wrote one line

It wasn’t right

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When I was ten

Thought I’d write a poem

Was pleased but then

Someone said ugh that’s no gem

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At fifteen I wrote my first story

About chivalry and romance

Thought was on the road to glory

They all said, no chance

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At eighteen wrote my first novel

Dreamt “teenager wins the Booker”

They said go learn to spell

Not yet for me fame and lucre

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Next thought I’d write a play

In three acts, a comedy

It’s still in the in-tray

Of the agent lady

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Wrote something new every week

Never missed a day

But prospect’s still bleak

And the yen’s not gone away

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I’ve written crime fiction, romance, self-help, serials

For radio, for tv, thrillers, sitcoms, satires, used guile and every ploy

Even wrote verse, haikus, odes, loads, erotica, manuals

No joy!

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But finally I’ve crack’d the ceiling

Imagine my feeling

As the repetitive strain injury in my wrist

Confirms my name’s finally on that hallowed list