Each one exclaims, "A book I must write;
The thrill of it chews me by day and by night!"
    She, for release from care and ache,
    He, to tell worlds which direction to take.
So many ways to court inspiration!
    He locks himself up,
    She goes on "Location".
She sits around and cries of her genius --which tears
    Her, and rends her, leaving her spent.
And he sits around and makes a big fuss --because of
    The way this "young twig was bent."
Her book must have much social significance!
And his book must be all aesthetic magnificence!
    But I have no time for neurotics or rebirth;
    Because of my love, I am sure of my worth.
I cannot claim genius, I've not many talents, but
I have a brain and a great deal of balance.
    So without fanatical aggravations,
    I'll write a book just for your illustrations!