A Little poem!
(All characters are completely fictional, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental!)
Ted!
There once was a poster named Ted,
Who would post many scripts all day long,
Most were original off the top of his head,
Some were weak, but some were quite strong.
He would ask you for your opinion,
Then scold you for speaking your mind,
He'd abuse and insult you with ferocious wrath,
He really could be quite unkind.
You see the problem with ted was,
He thought he was simply the best,
And that being a writer was his God given right,
And he should be an instant success,
But sadly for Ted his good writing,
Failed to bring him his fame,
And after a while when he did not get famous,
He needed someone to blame,
He knew it could not be his own fault,
Having more talent than any other,
So it must be the system that's letting him down,
Maybe he'd go on Big Brother?
But Teddie is no longer with us,
No more stories will he ever conduct,
We'll no longer hear him rant and complain,
Then tell us to all go and get F***ed.
And as I think of young Teddie,
Slowly I start to reminisce,
For of all the aspiring writers on here!
He is one,
I truly will miss.
