There once was a Pulpwood Queen…
There once was a Pulpwood Queen
who held a booklovers’ dream.
Authors and readers converging as one
to celebrate story and have big fun.
There were lions and tigers and clowns, oh my!
with books upon books piled to the sky.
There’s none other like it
no event dare compare
to the Pulpwood Party and the Ball of Big Hair.
If time allowed I’d give you more verse
though
surely each line would get steadily worse.
For now I bid you a fond adieu,
until next year when it begins anew.
THE GILDED AGE I hear tell it shall be
bigger and better, with rare sights to see!
Come one, come all, to the booklovers’ dream —
Long live the readers and hail to the Queen!
Hugs, Shellie
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Tammy
Love the poem and the pictures. Nothing compares to being there. What a blast it was meeting you all and having some fun!
karenzach
So sad I missed all the laughter
Kay Huck
Great Poem and pictures Shellie!
shellierushingtomlinson
THANKS, Christi! It was a treat to see you, too!
Christi Borden
Great poem and photos, Shellie. I enjoyed seeing you again.