We wrote it in pencil, no ink us bind
We scribbled it in the rain, even in the depths of the forest and in the library
'Twas exceptional, 'twas one of a kind.
Now I'm crumpling these sheets, I'm throwing it away
Not due to a bad plot but this so called writer's block
For we jotted the ideas all in one day
Now we ran out of it, now we're stuck.
We don't know anyway what's the genre of this story
We don't even have a title for it
But sure there was a mixture of tragedy, adventure and comedy
And probably of love a bit.
Our readers are saddened
They miss the excitement of our tale
But really that's already the end
Although to put a decent one we fail.
Though ours was such a very short story
I say thanks to you
For 'twas one of the best I've written really
And 'twas fun working with you!
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