A Valentine for My Beta Reader
If I were to combine all English words
And thread them altogether end to end
The end result would doubtless be absurd
A string of nonsense; naught to comprehend.
Insouciantly you pluck the baubled string,
Words richochet and spin as on a lathe,
Poor adjectives to adverbs blithely fling,
No paragraph appearing quite unscathed.
But when the amplitude returns to aught,
New combinations settle into place;
Fresh sentences by action newly wrought,
And meaning fills the erstwhile empty space.
How fortunate am I that you expose
The stories buried deep within my prose.
With profound appreciation for your kindness, brilliance, and fortitude (42'd!),
Mundungus42
And thread them altogether end to end
The end result would doubtless be absurd
A string of nonsense; naught to comprehend.
Insouciantly you pluck the baubled string,
Words richochet and spin as on a lathe,
Poor adjectives to adverbs blithely fling,
No paragraph appearing quite unscathed.
But when the amplitude returns to aught,
New combinations settle into place;
Fresh sentences by action newly wrought,
And meaning fills the erstwhile empty space.
How fortunate am I that you expose
The stories buried deep within my prose.
With profound appreciation for your kindness, brilliance, and fortitude (42'd!),
Mundungus42