ODE TO WRITER'S BLOCK
My 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...
Now I've seen everything as far as procrastination goes, Frances! Think I'll give that generator a miss - especially since I like writing poetry.
ReplyDeleteIt’s a bit repetitive, Rosemary, but fun for the odd ten minutes!
DeleteGreat fun can I have the link please.
ReplyDeleteAdrian, just google sonnet generator, and away you go 😀
DeleteHmm... I know you can do much better than the sonnet generator, Frances!
ReplyDeleteI hope you’re right, Meike!
DeleteI had to do a search to be convinced that there really was such a thing as a sonnet generator. I was, how you say, gobsmacked! I was initially sure that you had written the sonnet yourself and was pulling our collective legs.
ReplyDeleteI simply must know which and how many of those words you supplied yourself. For example, did you rhyme crappy and unhappy or was the generator responsbile?
Finally, on a philosophical note, where are the berries of yesteryear?
I’m afraid I’m afraid I can’t rememebr which words I supplied, but the rhymes are all the generator’s own. As for the berries of yesteryear....who can tell?
DeleteYouu havee aa tinyy typoo inn yourr postt's titlee.
ReplyDeleteThaank yoo!
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