Ode To A Fellow Writer Who Wasn’t A Literary Groupie

He's a man who gets excited about buying a new toothbrush
But a man who’s not impressed much by a literary lunch,
He described a published writer as an anecdotal old fart
Whose nostalgic reminiscences were dreary and lacked punch,
He said “This learned demigod’s effeminate and ancient
And just about as thrilling as a Pratt from Call my Bluff,”
He dismissed all his advice about a novel “ticking over”
As sensible as waiting for a drunk to cry “Enough!”
Yes, the man who gets excited about buying a new toothbrush
Isn’t terribly impressed by the prestigious Booker prize,
But he keeps my admiration and I let him prize the toothbrush,
Because his humour cuts the pompous literati down to size!

© Lynne Joyce, 3-3-1994.