There once was a Pulpwood Queen…

There once was a Pulpwood Queen

who held a booklovers’ dream.

Authors and readers converging as one

to celebrate story and have big fun.

There were lions and tigers and clowns, oh my!

with books upon books piled to the sky.

There’s none other like it

no event dare compare

to the Pulpwood Party and the Ball of Big Hair.

If time allowed I’d give you more verse

though

surely each line would get steadily worse. 

For now I bid you a fond adieu,

until next year when it begins anew.

THE GILDED AGE I hear tell it shall be

 

bigger and better, with rare sights to see!

 

Come one, come all,  to the booklovers’ dream —

Long live the readers and hail to the Queen!

Hugs, Shellie