he wasn't a happy chappy
at having to share the one
stage
with two acts which were
more accomplished of
page

how brilliantly they did
spill the writing
ink
each line of the finest
ever quality
mink

of rage he felt on seeing
their pieces of
prose
a palpable anger built
inside his irritated
nose

the cronies launched
an ousting
attest
at the talentless ones
resentful
request

he won but the victory
was an absolute
disgrace
nowadays there's only
his dullness filling the
place