No Poem At All

I`m feeling so silly

Sitting around

With my brain like a cobweb

And no sense to be found.



No logic or reason

Or rhyme in my head,

One of those moments

All poets must dread.



An attitude of my mind

That`s given up hope

If I look in the mirror

I`ll just see a dope.



My pen is too heavy

And botty is sore,

There`s just no appeal

To sit here anymore.



I`ll crash if I push it

On that I could bet,

Thank goodness

I`ve not started this poem yet.