And my creativity
has left with  her backpack
she has gone camping

I can blame her
I sat here like a bump on a log.

She says she will be gone for three days
So I'm left here just scribbling lines.

When she returns we will have a lot to do
Fitting in my words to her lines.

Three days is just long enough
To drive me  bat **** crazy
Bore of some of my splintered self.