March 18: Drawn a blank ...

Nothing is coming into my head

My thoughts they are empty, I sit here in dread

Of failing to write a new rhyme here tonight

But wait, look, I’ve done it, it will be alright

I'm drawing a blank, I can’t think of a thing

I need a good line, and a tail with a sting

There must be a topic of which I can write

Before I give up and post this one tonight

Oh really, I fold, let's give it a miss

I must be able to write something better than this

I'll come back tomorrow and give it a shot

But for now you've got this, it's all that I've got