Harlequin Press - John Vanderslice

At the harlequin press

I met a girl in a blue wool dress

Her manuscript in hand

Confused and unprepared

I offered to help

I know an editor here

I know him well

She gave me her proof and

I took it home

It was a promising

Total mess

I helped her submit

We cut there

And added this

I quickly fell in love

My friend rejected it outright

Not enough sex

And too much talking

Right then she cut me off

A year had passed

She showed up at my door

She rewrote the book

And handed it over

She replaced the songbirds

With pornographers

The love scenes

With brutal murders