Dunno why I’m writing this sonnet (or song)
But one day I hope I’ll get to sing along.
I dunno what to say,
But maybe it’ll be famous one day.
Stuff was stuck deep in my brain,
Clogged up by a drain,
Ugh! I hate Writer’s Block,
But I’ve got to write this in time! Tick tock!
Darn it, the time’s a-ticking.
While I sit in my chair, uselessly a-thinking.
But it barely helps at all.
When will inspiration give me a call?
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Why does this have to happen to me?
I have horrible Writer's Block, can’t you see?