I'm staring at the screen,
My eyes are feeling sore,
And my throbbing head does ache, ache, ache.
I've touched and I've tweaked,
I've moved and re-read,
How long is this going to take, take, take?
I've been up for hours,
I've lost track of time,
From this nightmare I want to wake, wake wake!
Is there a quicker way,
To proofread my work?
Cos my mind is beginning to bake, bake bake?
But it has to be right,
I'll get no second chance.
This really is a case of make or break.
So it has to be said,
While writing's a breeze,
Self-publishing's no piece of cake, cake, cake.