by Sally Apokedak
Oh perfect night, the manuscript is shining,
It is the night that I've written "the end."
Long did I sweat, in woe and angst with whining,
I persevered, and the story was penned.
A thrill of fear, a worthy foe approacheth
To fight and die, the climax fills the page.
Call all your friends.
Oh pour a glass of bubbly.
The novel is done.
I may now write "fini."
The novel is done. The novel, the novel is done.