In my schooling years I was told over and over again (by well-meaning teachers) that I could write. That I was a natural writer.
I guess I missed my calling, probably through laziness, as usual!
But a wee ditty I wrote a number of years ago came back to me today. The CBC (radio) had a competition on to win The Complete Works of J. S. Bach. People were invited to submit limericks with the word "Bach" in it.
I won one of the sets that were given away for this, perhaps my best writing ever.
(clears throat)
Zere vunce vuz a composer named Bach
Who complained to his vife one day, "Ach,
I can't do my writing,
For ze kids zey are fighting,
And ze dog is go Bach Bach Bach Bach!"
And there you have it dear reader. My best. Ta-da.
