I can't think of a poem to make,
I have no more ideas to bake.
My brain is jammed, it's just so stuck!
I think my poetry skills are running out of luck!

Oh no oh no oh no, gotta think of something quick.
If I think to much harder, I'm gonna be sick!
I can't give up, but I might have to soon,
If I sit here to long I might look like a goon!

Then, boosh! boom! An idea popped in!
I felt a tinkling feeling go up and down my skin!
I started to feel happy, and really great,
'cause this poem I'm pretty sure I won't hate!