Having my first embossed cover (My Sister Has a Big Black Beard)... (with raised splats that you can feel)... inspired me to write this poem:

Embossing, while trendy and cool,
Was something she scorned, as a rule.
For lumps, blips and bumps
She required no thumps,
Just soaking, till pruned, in her pool

Don’t worry, the poems which Duncan wrote for the book are much better!!!!!