writers critique

The writer handed his copies

And spread them around

Then rose for the reading

No one made a sound

As he was reading

The audience looked glum

Waiting patently

For the reading to be done

The piece was soon finished

Now feeling quite meek

To get a good feedback

From the writers critique

Said the first man

I’m honest and speak as I see

I didn’t like the reading

It was rubbish to me

You had no plot

No start end or middle

The whole piece of work

Was just meaningless drivel

The second man rose

Stroking his chin

It is so appalling

I don’t know where to begin

You lacked all grammar

Your spelling’s atrocious

Call yourself a writer

Is pretty precocious

The last critic rose

And expressed humbly

With all the others

I have to agree

All of this writing

That is written by you

I can’t understand

What you’re trying to do

The man rose to his feet

After a while

From ear to ear

He had a huge smile

I’m an insurance investigator

I have been from youth

First time I’ve seen people

Telling the truth