There once was a Textor named Merbley
who wrote lovely stories superbly.
Wielding words sharp as swords,
she won lots of awards,
and defeated all challengers verbally.
When a head-to-head contest arose,
with a keyboard she vanquished her foes.
When it came to Romance
not a soul stood a chance.
None could match her impeccable prose.
At the top of the Text Hall of Fame
carved in letters of gold, is her name.
And the thing I find oddest
is that she remains modest —
so humble, she puts me to shame.