Today I tried, Poem # 4 to write,
Rattled my brains with all my might.
Fingers jay-walked the keyboard,
‘I won’t budge’, the mouse avowed.
‘Love, Nature, Friendship’… I mused,
The topic is where I am still confused.
“Aw, this writer’s block” I cursed,
The block glared back, lips pursed.
“You’re no poet, you imposter,
‘Tis GPF week, get outta here!!”
(I bet nobody can come up with anything more rotten than this. And I guess I don’t need to explain why this is rotten, right?)
Writer-z-block 