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Nov 2018
It is really sad
And I feel really bad
That as I sit down to write
Something utterly witty, humorous and bright
Nothing comes into my mind -
There's absolutely nothing I can find!
I've no thoughts of any kind,
My feelings, they're all intertwined!
My mind's as dry and stale as rind.
My inspiration has run dry
There's nothing left for me to try
I can't help but oh, cry!
Perhaps there's soomething new,
Something that I can try to do,
Something that I can write about,
Apart from maybe parachutes and trout!
Should I shout?
Maybe I should wail out loud
Or maybe wear a thick, black shroud?
Either way, it has gotten rather infuriating,
To not be able to write anything.
But hey, now I've got something!
It's this poem - I wrote it without ever realizing
How my creativity's returned to me,
It's not as difficult as I thought it'd be!
Oh my! Oh my!
It's nothing!
Goodbye!
Written by
Kaput Koala  13/F/London
(13/F/London)   
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