A slump is a chump
Whose throat has a lump,
As does its cerebral cortex.
It will make you it’s chow.
I’m stuck in one now.
(Either that or a temporal vortex).
Tag Archives: Writer’s Block
I’m Just That Uninspired
I thought about it.
Then I thought and thought some more,
Yet I still wrote this.
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Nothing Here
The inner critic smiled
as I erased another line.
“You won’t write a poem about that!”
I heard the invisible @€#*~}! whine.
So instead I wrote this poem
Inspired by my critic.
Sometimes you have to do that stuff,
Even if you become arthritic.
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The Blank Page
Ever get those moments
When you have nothing to write?
I never have that problem.
I just love the color white.
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sdrawkcaB
,kcolb s’retirw evah I syad emoS
.hturt eht si tahT
,hguoht smeop tsop llits I
.htuocnu semitemos er’yeht hguohT
meop siht etirw I yadot woN
.esruoc fo, sdrawkcaB
.ti daer nac uoy epoh I
.esroh a no m’I
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Lazy Limericks
There once was a poet named David.
Night and day, on this blog, he slave-id.
But one Saturday, hazy,
He felt rather lazy,
So to the temptation of limericks he cave-id.
Alas, he still had no ideas.
This was one of his great fea’s!
Poems aren’t noisy.
He spelled fear like a guy from New Joisey,
And he screwed up his meter/shed tea’s.
And thus I do finish this post.
It has few worthy features to boast.
But I’m tired and stuff,
And this is probably enough,
So dear reader, these limericks are toast!
Easter Eggs
Easter eggs confuse me.
They do not come from a bunny,
And telling children that they do
Just really isn’t funny.
What is funny though
Is in movies, games and books
When the creators add in secret things
You don’t find in the first few looks.
And so, as writer’s block set in
This gray and fateful day,
I left an Easter egg for you
Hidden amidst this page.
If you can find it, good for you!
Like or comment and let me know.
If you don’t here’s a hint: It’s a question
That resides where the internet knows.
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A Day Without Travesties?
Occasionally
Days go by without bad stuff.
Thus my writer’s block.
Yes indeed, my mind
Is quite blank. Thus, bad poems.
Even these haikus.
I will stop writing
Down these haikus (for today).
Thank you for your time.
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The Daily Travesty 