I thought I’d write a word or two,
Like all them famous poets do,
And then maybe I would be known,
And folks would ask me to intone,

The lyrics that were world renown,
In recitals throughout town;
So I sat down with pen and waited,
For inspiration, breath abated.

I waited long into the night,
Then came the dawn and morning’s light.
I thought I’d write a word or two,
Short story, poem, just one or two:

But seems to me there’s no such luck,
So I got in my pick-up truck,
And drove around to clear my head,
It did no good, my muse is dead;

Or else she’s just abandoned me,
I prayed to her on bended knee,
But as far as I can see,
This effort’s in-futility.