Page completely empty
Waste bin completely full
Nothing is coming through
No magic can I pull
Standing and walking around
Sipping lemon tea
Why can’t I put down a line
Why is this happening to me
Talk to me oh brain
Give just one solitary thought
Just a little bit of a tale
Instead of endless nought
I think I need to escape the house
Somewhere I can take stock
I’ll take a stroll to the local pub
And try and cure my writers block