I've sat down to write my poem,
But my pen ran out of ink.
So I used my pencil instead,
But I broke the lead.
So I write with crayons,
To try and rhyme...
But I'm really,
Running out of time.
So I lean on in to focus,
And I hear cracking from my chair...
With crayon and notepad,
I go flying in the air.
So I'm on the floor as I write,
But it's too dark, I need more light!
Copyright © Robert James Liguori | Year Posted 2021
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