Inspiration
Sitting at the keybored
symbols mired in my head,
lacking inspiration, filled with exasperation,
I think that I'll just hobble back to bed!
Images of castles and damsels
in distress are not forthcoming,
would be quite becoming,
right now I'd take a wrestler in a dress.
A wrestler in a dress! now there's a picture!
something to pique my poor beleaguered soul;
he sports a tutu quite delectable,
not at all prim and respectable,
and by no measure neglectable,
I'm finally on a roll!
Copyright © Keith Bickerstaffe | Year Posted 2015
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