An author writes a book, but is convinced it’s garbage. Her friends feel differently, so they steal it and get it published. This irritates said author, who then decides that she’ll try to fix up the poems in the book since it’s gonna be published anyway. Try as she might, however, she just can’t make the poems any good. She tries to fix the meter and clean up the defects, but all she does is make the poems worse. Finally, she starts to worry about the reviewers and warns her little child of a book to stay away from those super-critical dudes, and just keep quiet. She doesn’t want anybody else to take the fall, so she tells this little book to say she only has a mother (and a poor one at that), and no father.