Here is a poem that I wrote because I couldn’t think of anything else to write. This is what happens when people who can’t write poetry try to write poetry.
I sit here alone in a quiet house
Everyone else is in bed.
It’s just me at this desk with my keyboard and mouse
But no thoughts will come from my head.
It’s finally my turn to sit in this chair,
With Facebook and Catster offline;
But I could chew at my nails and pull out all my hair,
And no topic will come to my mind.
A poet I’m not, I should close off this file,
My meter and rhyme do not flow.
Perhaps in the morning my own writing style
Will be back with some topic I know.
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