Part 3

And so I grabbed my Kindle and
I clicked on "Kindle Store".
I found "Romance 4 Dummies"
And I found a whole lot more.

"Write on Kindle. Make Big Bucks",
"Romance From A to Z",
I purchased these, but drew the line.
"Write Sex!" was not for me.

And thus encumbered, I was ripe
To start my new career,
I grabbed my Kindle, flipped the switch
And sadly groaned, "Oh dear!"

My Kindle's screen was just a blur.
The darned thing broke, you see.
And, though it soon would be replaced,
It disappointed me.

"Perhaps it is a sign from God".
I thought despondantly.
The truth, I fear, is not explained
So metaphysically.

Could the truth be that I'm lazy?
Are my excuses trite?
Might I just be inventing
All these reasons not to write?

Shakespear had no web page
(Although he has lots now!)
Dickens had no Kindle, yet
He muddled through somehow.

To write a novel, all one needs
Is paper and a pen -
Plus, one needs the fortitude
To simply just begin.

I will start now - yes, I will -
But first a quick respite
To make an entry in my blog
'Bout why I seldom write.

Maybe, though, a magazine
On "How to Blog" I'll find.
Its good, you see, that I have got
A ton of extra time.

I'm sure you'll soon be seeing me
In nearby libraries.
Were Oprah not retired, you
Could catch me on TV.

For TV, though, I need new clothes.
I can't write till I shop.
Besides, my class was cancelled,
And then my Kindle stopped,

My pen is low on ink, alas!
My paper's running out.
My desk is just a mess and I
Have got to clean it out.

Too bad these things all slow me down.
I'll someday write, you know...
But now the phone is ringing and
I really have to go...!