My poem about the editor

I wrote it verily before

I knew she wasn't well,

She needed it I could tell.


Not using this as a vaulting stage

Not just writing it to fill the page.


I want my poetry to entertain

And lighten my readers' brain.

I want them to feel better, but I fail

So my poetry seems like a wail.


I'll try harder to make you feel good

Like my heart and head tell me I should.


Please my readers be of good mirth

And remember that you are of worth.

Each one of you is special indeed

And so your happiness I will try and feed.


Please remember the editor's hard work

For compared to them I am but a jerk.

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