Here I sit trying to write a poem
Nothing cones to mind
Which makes the day boring
I can't think of a thing
Which is very rare
Because of the smart Alick that I am
I usually have words to spare.
Here I sit all broken hearted
Because writing a poem I haven't started
I didn't mean for this to be my poem for today
But this is all that I could think of
So what can I say.