Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

“It’s obvious, I have to say,
My face adorns the book…
And there are few who can resist
This cheeky canine look.”
“But just a mo,” the writer said,
“I think the book is mine…”
“Without my inspiration
Do you really think you’d shine?”
“You have a point,” the writer said,
“My Muse is black and furry.
But still…my book…I’m fairly sure…”
“That ownership is blurry…
You know the score,” the dog replied,
“Just who owns who’s debated.”
She grinned and threw a tennis ball,
“This ‘master’ thing’s belated.”
The writer fetched the ball as bid,
“Yes, you’re the boss, it’s true,
And reaching the bestseller list
Is all because of you.”
“It won’t take much,” the small dog said,
“To make me number one…
Another half a dozen sales
And then the job is done.”
The writer sighed, picked up her pen
And settled to her task…
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