The Block

Foreword... the sort of daft rubbish I write in a effort to defeat writer’s block. No attempt to make any sense, just to get words on a page/screen. Normally I end up deleting such garbage... but I kinda like this one. The Block There’s a mule in my pool and he’s munching on a carrot There’s a fool with a rule who is measuring a parrot There are chicks doing tricks with some pogo sticks And some ticks eating bricks with their weetabix There’s a bunny selling honey cos he hasn't any money And some blokes telling jokes although none of them are funny There’s a ghost eating toast spreading butter with a rifle And a fellow with some jello cos he’s gonna make a trifle I got some goats in the post they came through my letter box I got a present from a peasant, it’s a pair dirty socks There’s a big hole in my bucket, now you know what made me chuck it And it landed on the parrot so I think I’m gonna pluck it So I find I’m writing stuff about a hamster in a frock Cos it came as quite a shock when I got this writers block But my back’s against the wall, I’ll write anything at all ’til I unlock the block and I write something really cool