The NaPoWriMo website today suggests that we try an advertisement poem. That’s an actual thing, apparently. As an example, the NaPoWriMo curator provides Exhibit A:
Said Farmer Brown
Who’s bald on top
“Wish I could
Rotate the crop”
So rather than create a poem advertising Burma Shave or a made-up product or some thing I dig and would like to promote, I thought, why not promote my own bad self and write an advertisement poem for my novel, Monster Talk? It’s terrible poetry, but I hope it will have an effect–because I could use the revenue.
Shameless Self-Promotion: An Advertisement Poem
My elevator pitch:
the end of Frankenstein
was such a bitch
somewhere I wish that I could find
a story just as rich.
The creature, in perfect health,
through his eloquent speech
to come back from frozen beach:
Makes his own bride
and comes to the new world
to begin a new life
with his creature girl.
Two hundred years later
a child is born of human parents
descended from parents greater
and becomes their heir apparent:
The story of a boy’s adventure
learning to read and learning to love.
And in these endeavors he finds some danger
and must find the strength to rise above.
It’s a book you won’t be able to shelf
about a boy who’s less monster than charmer
Don’t you owe it to yourself
to read this novel by Michael Jarmer?
Click on any of the hyperlinks
in this little poem,
and Monster Talk will be delivered
directly to your home.