There once was a 'writer' named Anne
Who needed a kick in the can
She cried "You all suck!"
We din't give a fuck
And continued her writing to pan.

She has not come her work to defend
Which might be good--heaven forfend
That she start a-ravin',
Her work to try savin',
And blahblah us to an untimely end.

I hope that Anne does stay away
Because at the end of the day
She really can't write
(That book, it did bite!)
Her writing is pastede on yay!!11!!!111!1!