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,

Come OUT!"

Now I sit here screaming,

"Pencil, why'd you go?"

And I remember the times,

I neglected my poor pencil, "NOOOOO!!!"