The world of never to be.

I’m writing a book, at least I was,
I planned it all out, with pictures because
It was to be illustrated, by myself it was
With big words and small ones, and even some posh ones
I’ll sell it and make loads of dosh, so I will.
I’m not writing a book anymore, it’s finished.
When will we see it in print, why never?
It will never see the light of day, why not?
My dreams of loads of dosh have vanished,
The book was on my computer, and it crashed and is banished
Into the world of never to be.

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