Writer's Block
I tried to write a poem,
A little while ago,
But I couldn't find the muse,
The words just wouldn't flow.
I started with the standard stuff,
A poem or some prose.
But inspiration left me dry,
The floodgates all were closed.
So next I tried my hand at rhyme,
The nursery kind for tykes.
But all that came was trite and lame,
The kind that no kid likes.
Then after that I tried to pen
A couple lines free-verse,
But that attempt completely failed;
Results were even worse.
Thus, at the frayed end of my rope
I tried just one last time,
A limerick, I thought, was in my grasp;
Alas, it did not rhyme.
So that's the end. I'll write no more.
My inspiration's flown.
I couldn't write to save my life.
My creative mind is blown.
Copyright © Jason Klaiber | Year Posted 2005
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