A Rhyming Fiction

A light snow squall on a bright sunny day

A red cashmere sweater – happy holidays you say

An antique emerald brooch worn as a pendant

Its provenance and beauty are truly transcendent

To the Inn At Spanish Head for a room with a view

A party for Christmas revelers who are more than a few

Attended by a writer of fabulist fiction

This novelist’s an historian who’s a public speaker with great diction

Janine’s home from the festivities and has time to read

For time with books she has much greed

Her latest good read is Howard’s End

Completion of her own book is around the next bend

She’s writing about a house that goes into space

It’s the only spaceship that has curtains of lace

It’s hoped the Cape Cod will make it to the moon

It’ll either take a year or happen very soon

Janine’s having trouble coming up with an ending

So she knows she’ll really not soon be sending

The final draft is taking too long

One character’s dialogue has gone very wrong

In her tale there’s no role for a cat

No animals at all – not a dog – a rabbit and certainly no bat

It bothers Janine to have no animals at all

Her publisher is demanding a scary haunted doll

Janine’s finally finished and celebrates with wine

She and hubby James – on oysters they dine

They then watch Vertigo with their sweet kitty

Irene

On James’ lap sits their giant Newfoundland Eugene

Eventually Janine’s novel is optioned for a film

The lead will be played by Dame Wilma Tilm

Room was found in the script for a kitty

It’s a sci-fi movie  – the cat talks and he’s witty

END (finally)

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