Not even St. Nick.
‘Twas the day after Christmas
And the outlook was dour.
All the Indies were moping,
Even Santa was sour.
“I’ve tried and tried
All that I could
To help Indie Authors;
To make things good.”
I looked at the fat man
And said with a smile
“But surely your reviews
Will go live in a while”
“I’m afraid not, Dear,
I got an email from ‘Zon
Accusing me of sock-puppetry
That my reviews were a con.”
He stared out the window
With an expression so sad
The Zon had blocked Santa
This was really bad. Continue reading “Santa Select”