It's authortime on Bredon
And words fly fast and thick,
From things they'll film in Sweden
To What Makes Nature Tick.
With Christmas deadlines looming
The country flavour’s hot;
There’s Herbs For Healthy Grooming
And Road-Kill In The Pot.
The authors deal in cookery
No cottage ever knew
Or breathless babbling brookery
Their laptops oozing goo.
Those daring to be Daniels
Risk rural exposés;
While others, more like spaniels,
Write scratch-my-book bouquets.
Some veins run slow or idle,
Some like the Severn Bore,
But, tricklesome or tidal,
Please, publishers, no more!
