The Copy Scribe's Tale

The Copy Scribe's Tale

I do possess a pen for writing
Which I use also for reference citing
But of course we, on a qwerty keyboard do publish
For modern time requests of our English
To be abreast of the time's direction
And to keep our technology under constant inspection.
Time, of course, waits for no man
And no man will sway its arbitrary plan,
Cant, as they will, in traditional lore tune
Of great expectations and God-sparing fortune.
With this lament begins my Tale today,
Of Prince Ameer from AAA
Whom was a copy scribe like I, and was proud
To proclaim a few compositions aloud
To any he deemed worthy to hear
A given body script or radio ad idea.
He loved his writing so, that did promote a brand
As well as himself to make a name in his land.
But let us not forget the bane of this pride,
That we should seek in our work and divide
What we cherish and what is of promotional function
Lest we crumble at the critique of any conjunction
For it will doom the scribe to unfounded dispair
At the sight of commercial corrections here and there.
But of these things, Prince Ameer was not yet aware
As he wracked his brains and pulled at his hair
For inspiration was sparse at the time
And any idea would seem sublime
To be on-brief and to the inquisitors' liking.
Questioned the Prince, "A concept with mountain biking?
Or what about hamsters that would appear so cute?
Would the inquisitors not think that astute?"
Inquisitors did not look kindly upon such art
Which was conceived during a brainfart
But valued that which celebrated benefits
Be it of clever, referential Monty Python skits


To be continued...