Pen in hand, paper in sight,
In vain I struggle to write,
As no ideas I strike me,
And no inspiration do I see.

Oh, how much I want my pen’s ink to flow,
How much I want everyone’s mind to blow,
But curse my lazy brain,
I’m not even able to describe a sprain!!!

Time is ticking by
My pen’s ink is running dry…
Sweat trickles down my face,
And of ideas…there is still no trace.

My ears are ringing with my mother’s shout,
And my patience is all out…
I valiantly throw myself on the notepad
In a last attempt….only to succeed a tad…
With a flourish I write the headline,
“I AM ALL BLANK!!!”