Wanted to write a poem today;
but my mind was blank, I can\'t think?
My muse packed up and went away.
All my ideas just seem to stink.
``
I thought perhaps I\'d write of spring.
Whatever I penned just sounded trite.
I couldn\'t think of anything;
no green signals, just a redlight!
``
I bit off more than I could chew.
Seemed nothing could encourage me.
This \'rant\' for now will have to do.
I hope my muse she hears my plea?
``
I\'m wasting my time writing here.
I shall take my gal to the Fair!
I better get my ass in gear;
must have her first, wax my back hair~
~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~