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About This Poem
Writers Block
They gather in the corner of my brain snuggled up
The ‘T’s protecting the ‘I’s …an umbrella effect
I try to cajole them to come out, but they are having none of it.
I promise them I will play their favourite music
Seems they have heard that one before,
A change of diet might do the trick I thought
But they tell me they like boiled eggs, three times a day
I tell them they can go on holiday twice a year
They just reply they have no passport.
I begin to lose my temper, threaten them to come out
And stand to attention on my page,
They jiggle about and spell out the word ‘United’
They are on strike!
I am diseased with nothingness
I retire to bed in the hope that I have a terrible
Nightmare, scaring the life out of them and
In the morning they beg to be released.
© 14/10/2012
David Williams
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