I just can't write a poem today:
my headache is back,
I'm not in the mood,
there's housework to do,
and the children want food.
I'm sorry. I can't write today.

I just can't write a poem today:
I've no inspiration,
I've nothing to say,
I'm feeling depressed,
and the world has gone grey.
I'm sorry. I can't write today.

I just can't write a poem today:
the dog ate my pencil,
the paper's all gone,
the shops are closed,
and the weather's all wrong.
I'm sorry. I can't write today.

No. I just can't write a poem today.
The sun's shining bright,
And I'm really content
as I lie in the garden
and repeat my lament:
I'm sorry. I can't write today.

06/17/2011

Posted on 06/17/2011
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