What was this poem about? I forgot.
Oh, I remember now. I couldn’t think
Of anything to write about. No, nowt!
No inspiration came. I had to slink
Away from work empty-headed, no chink
Of inspiration glinting anywhere.
And still there’s none! Yesterday, in the pink,
I wrote so much, but today I despair.
What’s there to say? Have I an idea? Where?
Wait! An email assignment! Let’s see what
It is! Phew! That’s how I feel - on the brink
Of losing my attention span. Stale air
Scouring my skull, causing all thought to rot.
I’m an Alzheimer rhymer. Now…a drink!
Fri 14 Mar 2008
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