On a very big boat
Of a very small lake.
Lived a woman, becoming rather irate.
The reason why she was so annoyed.
Was every idea she had, was already employed!
Every day at quarter to 3.
She would phone her Editor for her new book to be.
It would always start the very same way.
'Good morrow, good morrow what a lovely day '
Now the Editor was a patient man,
And believed one day she would have a plan.
"Good morrow, Good morrow... Now tell me this,
do you have an idea that does not exist?'
'I do, I do!' She did insist
'I have an idea that does not exist'
"Here is a story, a story for you"
"One that is sure not to fall through"
"A girl in the forest with locks of gold,
Gets lost and needs warmth from the bitter cold,
She finds a house and does not take care!
That this house belongs to a family of bears..."
"WAIT wait wait" - the editor did insist
This Idea, in fact, does already exist!
"Goldilocks and bears of three,
Is a story that's been around longer than me"
So with that, the women hung up the phone and were determined for a story of her own.
So the very next day,
it all began the same way...
"good morrow good morrow what a lovely day"
"Good morrow good morrow...Now tell me this,
do you have an idea that does not exist?"
"I do, I do" She did insist
"I have an idea that does not exist"
"Here is a story, a story of two,
Brother and sister who right on cue,
Find a house made of candy,
But beware the witch who was not quite dandy”
"Wait, wait, wait" The editor did say,
"This story has been told but in a different way"
The tale of Hansel and Gretal, Surely you know…
It’s a very similar story – so you must let go"
With a click of the phone.
The woman did moan.
“How will I ever find a story of my own”
That night when she went to bed,
Her dreams were filled with her own dread.
The very next day
The phone rang and in the very same way…
“Good morrow, good morrow… now tell me this.. do you have an idea that does not exist?”
How can I! When everyone I have told,
Is a story that has already been sold.
I am becoming rather irate,
Living on a boat of a very small lake…
“WAIT WAIT WAIT” The editor did insist
“This is a story that does not exist?”
This is a story that you shall tell,
The one of your own! And it will surely sell.
The women, smiled for she was glad,
To have found a story that she already had.
Her own story was her own to tell,
In that, she could do well.