There's a pencil in hand,
With thoughts have gone by,
My paper is bare,
But I know I must try.
There's a pencil in hand,
My mind is just blank,
So might I have thoughts?
My dead head, what a prank!
There's a pencil in hand,
Why not ask around,
For a simple clue,
I just need more nouns!
There's a pencil in hand,
For a paper to write,
Could anyone help me?
Just please, by tonight?
There's a pencil in hand,
Mom asks to go to bed,
I frown down, groaning,
What's up with my head?
There's a pencil in hand,
So, please, please, might I ask,
Why just a just a paper,
For me to a hard task? !
a highly potensed and a mature write telling different aspects..thats the spirit, the true ones
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You got potential and talent, continue writing!
Thank you! : D