due to the lack of word power
this very Sunday
I shall not be putting
on a high octane display

if a spark of inspiration
comes to me tonight
perchance I'll write
a verse or two of delight

my quill hath no vim
within its dull nib
which can offer up
a stanza to the crib

in deep contemplation
my mind doth sink
to find something that will
give the page a pinkish ink

whence my poetic form
returns from its absence
there will be verbiage
burgeoning over the fence