• I seem to have Writer's block
    I stare at my paper, then at the clock

    Not a thought in my head
    Except for thinking time for bed

    I looked at the clock again
    Then reached for a pen

    And I just sat there
    In my chair

    Shifting this way and that
    Something suddenly touched my leg oh, it's the cat

    So I was chewing on my nails
    And drinking coffee by the pails

    When I finally got it, and took the chalk
    And wrote about writer's block