Sunday, January 29, 2012

The Trouble With Writing

I seriously can not think of words.
All day I have sat here, alone, thinking
I wish I could, like those poetic nerds.
But all my hope is falling down, sinking.
This homework really drives me up the wall.
Can she not see it's tough for me to rhyme?
It shouldn't be this hard, this hard at all.
Assignments like this should be a real crime.
If I, somehow, defeat this writer's block,
I think she should give me a passing grade.
If she does not, I shall be in great shock.
I mean, look at the progress I have made.
All I can do is try my very best.
When I am done at last, I won't be stressed.