There once was a writer extraordinaire
For the less talented he did not care.
Then one day
His ghost writer gave him away
And credit with his mom he had to share.
There once was a writer extraordinaire
For the less talented he did not care.
Then one day
His ghost writer gave him away
And credit with his mom he had to share.
Filed under 2019, Monday morning writing joke, poetry by author
Tagged as David E. Booker, extraordinaire, ghost writer, humorous poetry, joke, limerick, Monday, poem, poetry, rhyming poetry, writer, writing humor