The Big Book of Poems

Problems

A simple poem written about writers block , you won't guess how long this took me ....

I've decided the problem with my hobby

It's way too reliant on me

I could play , sing or draw - watch my favourite film (saw)

But poems are dying on me

Started

Carried

Dropped as far as the eye can see

The paper is crinkled and thrown

Piles as deep as my knee

There's nothing to work with

Imagination run dry

If this was the sixties

I'd already be high

Dragons and goblins

Stealing the booze

I think everyone remembers

The six inch flat shoes

So ill get in the bath that's too hot

Sit there for too long

Start to resemble dehydrated fruit

Mom asks too many questions about my hair and my face and the bubble bath

I can't keep up

better write a poem

Imagination flowing

Then. It. Stopped.

*sigh*