A writer's job is simple, to write
White lies, turning black to white
Praising each day's bright light
Concealing that it's dark at night
Make happy days from gloomy nights
Never mention that granny died
Or daughter commits suicide
Again, and gives us all a fright
A poet sometimes has to choose
Whether to give honest reviews
Propaganda of the news
Grinning greens, or the old blues
I tell the children how I used to laugh
The good things even short life bring
No need to tell the other half
Hide newspapers in armchair wings
And make sure toddlers never meet
A tantrum toddler who's not sweet
Nor anyone who moans and groans
Keep them outside your mind, pens, homes
And when revising don't forget
Your older readers love their pet
Grow forgetful, cross and fretful
When they're ill, don't pay their bills
Restaurants ask us for a task
On Tripadvisor, please hate us
Is it my eyes or they've not checked
Italics typo means rate us
Tempting to say, yes, we'll rate you
Very subtly hint we hate you
Spelling police, angry letter
Changed to say, friends, please do better
Candid comments, when times are fraught
Talleyrand said, as my Mum taught
Words are there to hide your bad thoughts
Make sure your first thoughts are not caught.
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