Go away for I have nothing to say
My pen suffers a stroke
As my mind draws a blank
Go away and come back soon
Maybe then I will have overcome this mental block
The complete psychological inability to produce a single word
My muse has left me, taken my ethos with it
Until it returns I shall dwell in the abode of Writers Block
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We've all been there, nicola, but in your case, me thinks you jest! ! ! This is a very entertaining read, short and sassy...kind of like me...yours truly, Barbara