The mornings are bleak
The days are dull
The dusks are gloomy
The nights just null,
Depression hits hard
After the initial shock,
Please beware of
Blogger's Block.
What on earth
Can one write next?
Avoid logging on,
Under any pretext,
The mind's a blank ,
More than usual? You mock!
But I just smile sadly,
it's Bloggers's block.
I will lose my public,
Their attention is Fleeting,
But I will lose my Job,
If I write more in this Meeting.
So go log on elsewhere!
Fickle readers, that you are.
But come back tomorrow,
And you could win a car!
I lied! I lied!
There's no car on offer!
My creative license has expired..
And what the hell rhymes with offer?
Clearly losing it now,
But I've got a plan,
After you lot have gone,
Mother will still be a fan
MOMMM?
Fear not
ReplyDeleteThe tide will turn
Your ideas
Will return
Soon you will
Type again
Sure as mud
Follows rain
My dear Ms lal
ReplyDeleteYou’re quite the stud
You write so well
You’re not a dud
The urge will return
And write more you shall
About me and tambi
And mini and your pal
So sit tight and wait
And don’t resort to murder
Inspiration will come
But you’re always a duh duh
tahahaha
i get the feeling I'm sitting on the back bench of an extremely boring class and having the time of my life.....
ReplyDeleteoh dear lord
ReplyDeletewhat have i done
a rhyming spree
hath begun
please stop it,men
for only a nerd
would not let the woman
have the last word