This was bound to happen: I am late,
And need to go and babysit real soon.
But I will try to quickly reinflate
My muse, as if it were a flat balloon.
Now don’t you all as writers often find
That nothing comes, no matter how you try?
Well, why not give a deadline to your mind?
This may float your balloon into the sky!
I’ve got to leave in twenty minutes flat,
And drive through the rush hour to Wilmslow.
I’m sure you can all sympathise with that,
Even if Cheshire’s somewhere you don’t know.
I’ll put my girl to bed and cook my tea -
And sit in front of the ex-wife’s TV!
Tue 19 Sep 2006
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