Forcing a poem is a little like forcing a fart...

Uh-oh, oh crap, today is gonna be one of those days!
I’ve tried to kickstart poetry in many different ways.
My time is running out now, with obligations looming,
and still there’s nothing written on the page.

I thought I’d write about the pretty sunrise on my walk,
but “blah-blah pink” and “blah-blah birds” – the muse just wouldn’t talk.
I searched the room for hints, but I just see the same old junk.
The vault of inspiration won’t unlock!

I asked my husband for a prompt – that didn’t push me through.
So then I asked my phone for help, and all my time it blew!
That was a huge mistake, ‘cause now my tasks are calling me;
this stinking heap of words will have to do.


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