A simple enough slice would indeed be rather nice
Trice would be all the more grandiose
A couple of poems getting to strike a sumptuous pose
You get what you paid for
A perfect war with words
Ten thousand hours drummed up finally starting to shine
Dine with mere mortals and far, far more
No such fucking eyesore
May well have been that way in the beginning, but she kept on writing, drawing the line ’til each and every word couldn’t but be seen to be winning