Writer's Block

It`s something called a writer`s block,
She has it all the time.
Constantly, forever, she wishes she could rhyme.

I guess you say she sucks,
She figures she does, too.
Maybe just one day,
Her words will come on through.

She tries and tries and tries again,
Hoping for the best.
Unfortunately when she does,
She sucks like all the rest.

Finally it`s over,
There ya go, it`s done.
She wrote the greatest poem,
And stuck on it, some gum.