Happy Chinese New Year
- I hope the year of the dog is a good one for sniffing out new
opportunities and metaphorical pots of gold.
I haven't posted much this month, because I am still working very
hard on the next book. I also had to get a poem written by today.
I thank everyone who entered.
This is what I think I'll go with:
Rowena writes about a race
Of alien Djinn from outer space.
Big, buff and ripped are these guys' bods
They strut around and claim they're gods
They're tall and big, and buff and ripped.
With predator senses, they're well equipped
But Earthling mates with psychic powers
Knock these Princes from their ivory towers
A mind reading wife is no easy thing
For a guy who's sexually inclined to swing
Who catches whom in a Mating Net?
There'll be a happy ending yet.
Unless of course, I've got a word or concept that RT doesn't allow.