Words sometime flow,
Other times so slow,
Putting words so right,
Takes the entire night.
When words never come,
I really feel so dumb,
To have an empty page,
Fills me with crazy rage.
At times I'm lost in prose,
I can not smell the rose,
When will I have the time,
What happened to the rhymes?
Sometimes they play,
The words do not delay,
I put them on a page,
I feel like such a sage.
This poetry is hard,
I think I'll mow the yard.