Writing is, like, sort of speaking in words that, ah, are written, sort of fing;…
But when you write for poetry or song,
Your Mind, then, soars way up unto the heights,
Inspired it becomes for short or long,
And makes a better work for Fancy’s flights.
The secrets of good work, I’ll teach to you,
And best you’ll write forever, good and true.
(And best you’ll be remunerated, too.)