So as it turns out, I'm a poet (and I don't know it). I won't crowd this blog entirely with rhyming couplets and verse (otherwise you might... curse?). Anyway, this one's for my beloved Woman's Weekly, as requested by a colleague recently...
Woman’s Weekly, what a mag,
It really is such fun,
The departments beavering away,
There’s something for everyone.
All the knitters sitting round,
Their needles loudly clacking,
Yarn balls rolling, patterns galore,
Creating things- and yakking!
Lifestyle and home, they do their stuff,
Desks piled high with card,
They craft, they sew, they choose designs,
Their hands all working hard.
In features too it’s go go go,
Celebs- stage and TV,
Are waiting for us on the line,
To talk about cups of tea!
The fiction team, they sit behind
With expert eyes they look,
For new writers, so to find,
The next serial or book.
Up in the kitchen it smells divine,
The cookery pros are baking,
They bring down trays, we all delight,
In goodies for the taking.
And ‘well, why not?’ we ask ourselves,
With few airs, cares or graces,
We’re focusing, we need a treat,
It’s time to stuff our faces!
Yes Woman’s Weekly, what a place,
All kinds of laughs we have,
Each day we’re writing with a smile,
Your favourite little mag!
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