ODE TO WRITER'S BLOCKMy writers block, you inspire me to write.
I hate the way you pounce, surprise and creep,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the block short sleep.
Let me compare you to a library?
You are more frustrate and more disable.
Snow chills the berries of January,
And wintertime has the lead pier table.
How do I hate you? Let me count the ways.
I hate your frustrating and unhappy.
How your infuriating fills my days!
My hate for you is the pop white crappie.
Now I must away with an impede heart,
Remember my top words whilst we're apart
Ps. I'm actually writing quite happily today, but thought I deserved a break...