The Would Be Poet

I thought I'd write a word or two, Like all them famous poets do, And then mayhap I would be known, And folks would ask me to intone, The lyrics that were world renown, In recitals throughout town; So I sat down with pen and waited, For inspiration, breath abated. I waited long into the night, Then came the dawn and morning's light. I thought I'd write a word or two, Short story, pome, just one or two; But seems to me there's no such luck, So I got in my pick up truck, And drove around to clear my head. It did no good, my muse is dead; Or else she's just abandoned me. I prayed to her on bended knee; But as far as I can see, This efforts in futility. DANG!!!!!