'Got to write a poem tonight
Don’t know what to say
I promised, so I have to pen
A poem every day
What shall I do, what shall I say
I don’t know what to utter
The only thing that rhymes with that
Is mutter flutter butter
Scratch my head, stare at the walls
Muse why have you left?
Gaze out the window, scratch my – errr - knee
My mind, it’s all bereft
Today’s the day I say with sorrow
I cannot write a verse
I’ll have another go tomorrow
It can’t get any worse.
'
Don’t know what to say
I promised, so I have to pen
A poem every day
What shall I do, what shall I say
I don’t know what to utter
The only thing that rhymes with that
Is mutter flutter butter
Scratch my head, stare at the walls
Muse why have you left?
Gaze out the window, scratch my – errr - knee
My mind, it’s all bereft
Today’s the day I say with sorrow
I cannot write a verse
I’ll have another go tomorrow
It can’t get any worse.
'
It still flows nicely Keith and muse will come back. I loved you scratching your errr knee
ReplyDeletehigh on the chuckle scale - and not apt to get me up on my soapbox like yesterday's offering ;)
ReplyDeleteI love it! especially the err-knee!
ReplyDeleteLove when you add humor to your poems. :)
How can you say it can't get any worse? This is great loved it.
ReplyDeleteheh..heh..clever, clever...u still got a poem, didn't u?
ReplyDeleteyes, am i glad only two more to go..!! but you are doing so good...i have to write two more and you have only one more left!! Hurray..you did excellent Keith
ReplyDeleteLoved it mate!
ReplyDeleteJayne :)