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!!!!!
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