A Writer's WORST Nightmare!
I really wanted to write,
Too many's the time that I say,
"I really don't feel that I ought,
To do any writing today."
But today I wanted to write,
And I as I crept through the house,
I looked everywhere for my pencil,
And made much more sound than a mouse.
"Oh pencil, where art thou?" I call,
The pencil answers not through the night,
I'm beginning to worry now,
And that is the start of my plight.
I tear through my things,
In desperation shout,
"Pencil, wherever you are,
Now I sit here screaming,
"Pencil, why'd you go?"
And I remember the times,
I neglected my poor pencil, "NOOOOO!!!"