What to do when the words won't come?
I rack my brains and I **** my thumb!
I wrestle with meters that make no sense.
My jumbled grey matter can be so dense!
I tap my pencil and wrinkle my nose...
Why can't I work out this ******* prose?
My mind boggles, my eyes go skew-whiff
My words are slurred, my verse ....too stiff!

I need my poetry to gently flow
Like a softly, swelling breeze...
To wrap itself around the heart
To capture and to tease...
the listener into wanting more
of this tender, undulating verse.
Until then, I'll have a tantrum
And rant and rave and **curse!