A/N: For EliMerriman, in case you're wondering what happened to the humor stuff.

Our poet's hit a dead spot

(And no, she hasn't died)

She just can't find the humor

That's lying deep inside

She thinks and thinks and thinks but still

Nothing comes to mind

She fears she's left her humor days

Lying far behind.

But NO! She knows there's hope for her

She'll rise above the rest

She knows she has to keep the world

From being so depressed.