I'm Mark, I'm a pilot who started to write
Whilst stuck in the Falklands one dark, dirty night.
I'm tall and I'm slim with my hair cut quite short.
I guess that's because I'm the milit'ry sort!
I'm married with children, a boy and a girl.
The tales of their antics would make your toes curl!
They're darlings, they're cuties, they're all that and more,
But come to their bedtime - I'm flat on the floor!
I'm older than some, coming up thirty nine.
I'm starting to grey, but that suits me just fine.
My eyes, when they're open, are bright sapphire blue,
But bloodshot from writing all hours the night through.
I write when I'm fresh and I write when I'm tired.
I write to relax, so I write when I'm wired!
I mainly write fantasy; stories for teens.
I hope this will make me a man of some means.
My first full-blown novel told of a bright sword,
That's forged out of magic - I'm sorry - you're bored?
Let's skip to the end then, let's not temporize,
The last has assassins, and shrewd female spies.
I've been there, I've done it, I've seen many sights.
I've been to the op'ra, I've seen men in tights!
I know, I'm a charmer, with dev'lish good looks.
Admit it, you're tempted to go buy my books!
