Schbellors Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

A writer's life is sometimes writ
as living for that clever wit
of giving to the world some joy
at times reminding us of Troy.

The awe that commoners perceive
gives way to spasm of gastric heave
when even peasants now detect
that lack of know -how and neglect
allows the posting of some crap
onto a rather unstained map.

For writers wanting to impress
their writing needs to show, impress
upon us mortals new ideas
which slip and slide into our ears.
But if the writer cannot spell
his stuff shall be consigned to Hell.