My oh my! Look at that clock,
And not one word written.
I think I got that writer’s block.
So much material, so much time to kill,
I may not write anything, or maybe I will.
I could write about Trump or maybe ISIS,
Maybe I’ll write about the homeless crisis.
People ask me why it is taking so long,
And I keep singing the same old song.
My oh my! Look at the time!
Writer’s block should be a crime,
Walking around with my face in a frown.
Just gotta learn to write stuff down.
I think I just found a cure-all,
As soon as I can get my hands on a wrecking ball!
