The Power Is Out

The power is out but rather than pout I'll sit down and write a few rhymes It makes me so happy to write something snappy when life throws me lemons or limes My eccentricity denied electricity comes out in the open to play Without hesitation my imagination shall leave quite a mark on this day When out of the norm one still must perform to keep the mind sharpened and clear For when you stay focused you'll keep back the locust from turning your peace into fear The lights are back on and the silence is gone the hum of my fridge is so nice Out of rhymes I have run so my poem is done and it came at a cheap enough price