The other day I sat me down
And staring with a vacant frown
Decided to invoke the Muse
This poet, he has paid his dues!
I waited for the words to come,
But hours later, still had none.
I wonder if they'll come at all.
(The headline: "Tragic Artist's Fall")
So here I sit and here I wait
Musing over rhyme and fate.
A tear slides gently down my face
Bemoaning all the time I waste.
And so I slink into my bed
I need to rest my tortured head.
My clock, it ticks in meter'd time
And damn it all - NOW comes a rhyme!