With my name and the assignment atop.
In hopeless frustration, my pen I drop.
I ask myself what my topic shall be.
At times, inspiration rains down on me;
Good ideas flowing freely, without stop.
And at times, every one of my ideas is a flop,
Lame excuses for topics quickly flee.
I cannot come up with anything good,
So I guess this will just have to make do
Until my next burst of creativity.
The ideas just aren't flowing like they should,
So until the next assignment is due,
I won't have that much productivity.