The trouble with my Inspiration
Brings on constant persperation
I grasp my wretched head and cry
'Think! Think!' But not a word think I
Despite the pressures mounting high
My stress levels rising, while standing by
My Inspiration laughs and sighs.
Come out Inspiration! Come out, come out and play!
But Inspiration, it now seems, will not come out today.
Blast. I'll have to do it the hard way.