The Worst Writer In The World

The Worst Writer In The World
Put down his pen
He couldn't write from nine to five
Why, he couldn't even write to save his life

The Worst Writer In The World
Tore up his book
He never knew the right words to say
Why, he even forgot what he wrote yesterday

Alas, The Worst Writer In The World
Never knew what to write
Till he saw others write it
He wrote for hours and hours to no end
But always saw the same from beginning to end

His stories wasted his time, his poems wasted his rhyme
Tall tales, short stanzas, fiction, faction
Meanderings, panderings, wanderings, bickerings
Gibberish!
Rubbish!

Indeed, he said
I am The Worst Writer In The World
I quit!

And somewhere between the pages yellow
The Best Writer In The World died, poor fellow