Abbreviated
When setting out to write this verse
I came under the abominable 'ho-hum' curse
of the unfathomable dreaded writer's block
as the muse of opportunity refused to knock
completely void the brain pulled a blank
running on fumes with an empty tank
and of inspiration there was none
in the hot seat I was under the gun
in my mind's eye and at my fingertips
strange to say words could not pass my lips
altho' I can go one better I know
a short poem from me today would be... 'Po'
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