The Month of Love

My pencil is dull.
My notebook is thin.
Most would agree...
what a month this has been.

Lots to write about.
So few words.
So much to do
in only two-thirds!

What I'm saying is simple.
We've all been there.
Had months in which
we had more words to spare.

The pen and paper
we never put down.
God forbid,
we miss ONE single sound.

Anything sets our minds going.
Easily inspired.
Unfortunately also,
easily tired.

February must go.
Sad to see it end,
but as it does,
my overworked brain, I'll mend.