The Critic
There was a critic named Antoinne Ego
She had a very dainty Ego
Her superego was very high and surely it would never die
Though her id was low, it was not too slow
For when she had her meetings, she’d do her eating’s.
When Antoinne Ego had a paper,
She never said, “I’ll do it later.”
When she read some lines, and knew it was well
She’d write the writer, “This part shall dwell.”
However, if there were some lines that were bad,
She’d write, “I think you are trying to make me mad.”
When she’d e-mail the papers back,
She’d always get answers from her Mac.
Being a critic was her job
And with that, there came some sobs.
While some would say she’s been too mean
Others would say, “You are so keen.”
There was a critic named, Antoinne Ego
But to me, she’s just my Hero.