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why I'm sitting on the sofa, eating a piece of cake
by Maria Francescathis pen won't work
the ink is wrong -
it's blue
instead of black.
the room's too cold
the light's too strong;
this chair -
it hurts my back.
these pants don't fit
this shirt's too old
these shoes are way too tight.
stomache's churning
eyes are burning
(hair is just a fright!)
the words won't leave my fingertips,
can't shape them into rhyme
so I'll go have a piece of cake
and write another time. 01/15/2007 Posted on 01/16/2007
Copyright © 2025 Maria Francesca
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 01/16/07 at 12:18 AM I have had this experience too many times to recall. Thanks for the laugh. |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 05/25/07 at 03:52 PM lol i like the idea of writing by accident, i did a similar thing last year call Museless (to muscic) but I think yours does it better |
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