Out it came out in thunder, bang and smash.

Scott Fitzgerald wrote to get some cash.
His wife desired a watch  to cure her woe
He wrote a story at a crazy dash.

He worked away as if by devils lashed
One day only left to   get the dough
Scott Fitzgerald wrote to get some cash.

Out it came out in thunder, bang and smash.
More often, he  had tried to  find the flow
He wrote a story at a  manic dash.

Fast he worked and faster she did crash.
He got the watch but it was just so-so
Scott Fitzgerald wrote to get her cash.

She fell into the pit where demons flash
For  jewels  seemed not   to heal  her broken soul
He wrote a story  manic in its dash

The husband and the wife were well enmeshed
She tried trinkets, drink and measured flesh.
Scott Fitzgerald wrote to get her cash.
He wrote that story  so it came to pass.