Stick At It

As she was going to the bathroom
she asked me to make something rhyme.
Mmm, easy enough I presume
if only I can find the time.
I settled down with pencil sharpened -
drawing the blinds the room was darkened.
It gave me a bit of a fright
as my page stubbornly stayed white.
Perhaps a different kind of thinking,
perhaps a crossword solvers kind -
from a devious sort of mind -
help'd my white blank page to start shrinking.
As to the moral of this tale:
stick at it and you will not fail.