The other day, a Twitter friend referred to herself as a “Presby-writer.” I liked the sound of that—reminded me of “Paperback Writer.” We wrote a couple of lines back and forth on Twitter and I decided to finish it…
We’re like Lennon and McCartney. But y’know, decent and orderly.
Dear sir or madam, will you read my book?
It’s full of prayers, but with a funny hook
It’s based on a treatise by a man named John,
It’s a little long,
But I want to be a Presbyterian Writer… Presbyterian Writer!
It’s based on sermons that I thought were hits,
They are wise, and you could use a couple bits.
I tried to go and work for Lou-a-vull,
But the jobs were null,
So I’m gonna be a Presbyterian Writer… Presbyterian Writer!
Of fame and glory I am assured
But they pay me only just a dime a word
I’ve tried to make it in the Century
They rejected me
But I’m gonna be a Presbyterian Writer… Presbyterian Writer!
I can’t seem to write more than these blogposts few,
‘Cause I write a sermon every week or two.
I will write a book if I can find the time
When I hit my prime, I am gonna be a Presbyterian Writer… Presbyterian Writer!