There was a guy named Herb
Who had a lot of nerve
Critique them all
Beyond the pall
He wanted to be heard.
Each word if out of place
He’d tell you to your face
Feelings hurt
He could be curt
Suggest what to replace.
He wrote things of his own
The man was in the zone!
No word misspelled
All fear dispelled
As solid as a stone.
Many sought his knowledge
The man taught at a college
They prayed to God
For just a nod
His wisdom they acknowledged.
Although he can be rude
The guy is one cool dude
He wants to help
The writing whelp
A thumbs down means you’re screwed.
So if you run across him
It won’t be on a mere whim
You’ll soon decide
Herb on your side
Your writing will be prim.
(12/5/05)
Thanks, Herb! lol
Shannon Chapel
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ode-to-herb/
