Writing Horrors Poem by Jonathan Goldman a.k.a JGthepoet

Horror upon Horror,
What have we here tonight?
I have words for a new poem,
And my pen dries up with fright.

It does not often happen,
I scarce believe my eyes,
I reach for yet another,
And yet another surprise! !

Halfway through my poem,
What does happen to me?
The pad on which I’m writing,
Falls from off my knee.

I pick it up and continue onwards,
What now have I found?
Cramp in my writing muscles ~
I’m a pleasure to be around.

Why must these Writing Horrors
Happen to me tonight?
Do they happen to you also,
When you begin to write?