Harlequin Press
John Vanderslice
At the harlequin press I met a girl in a blue wool dress
Her manuscript in hand
Confused and unprepared, I offered to help I know an editor here,
I know Him well
she gave me her proof and I took it home
It was a promising, total mess
I helped her submit, we cut there and added this
I quickly fell in love
My friend rejected it outright, not enough sex and too much talking right Then she cut me off
A year had passed, she showed up at my door she rewrote the book and Handed it over
She replaced the songbirds with pornographers,
The love scenes with brutal murders