I`m feeling so silly
Sitting around
With my brain like a cobweb
And no sense to be found.
No logic or reason
Or rhyme in my head,
One of those moments
All poets must dread.
An attitude of my mind
That`s given up hope
If I look in the mirror
I`ll just see a dope.
My pen is too heavy
And botty is sore,
There`s just no appeal
To sit here anymore.
I`ll crash if I push it
On that I could bet,
Thank goodness
I`ve not started this poem yet.