Am I a Whinging Hitch?
It seems I haven't managed to ruffle any feathers in the various discussion rooms. If only I could have channelled my superb writing ability into being able to write something trite and meaningless I might have been less popular and more aggravating.
But before you all praise me out of hand, perhaps I could say in my defence that I didn't really think most of you knew who the hell I was anyway. I don't mean to really upset anyone but I am a six-star, two cherries kinda guy. Perhaps some of you take yourselves too seriously and me not seriously enough. Perhaps you should take up knitting and nothing more, at least that way you won't be disappointed when the literary world doesn't fall at your feet in wonder.
Anyway, am I a whinging Hitch or not?
Answers in Haiku form please.