There once was a chick from Voorheesville
Who thought she might write with some small skill
She gave it a try,
Then her muse ran dry
Now she's searching for more ideas still.
This poem is subtitled, 'What you write after midnight when you don't feel like going to bed.'
I've been there Velvet. Sometimes I go for months without writing and then inspiration hits and I can't stop writing for weeks straight. Nice. Sincerely, Mary
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I can relate to this so much! ! Especially to the subtitle. good work! HBH