Writer's Block

I asked my kind, obliging doc To scan my brain for writer's block. His words I recall, "There's nothing at all. Your head is made of solid rock." Blockhead My ever loving mama, harshly said. "You look more than a little over-fed. Stop eating for a minute And just put a sock in it. Your mama didn't raise no dumb blockhead." Sunblock I went out strolling in my brand new frock, While forgetting to wear a strong sunblock. The sun came out, my skin turned red. Started to chill and went to bed. When my honey touched me, went into shock! For Destroyer Poet's contest