People and places are interesting things
Hearses and newborns and gold wedding rings
They dance, they act, and some even sing
Oh what to write? I haven’t a thing
Planes and trains and automobiles
I could write about them if my writer’s block heals
Breakfast and lunch are wonderful meals
I could write about dinner if my block ever heals
Planets and stars, the moon and the sun
I could write about them, it might be some fun
I need an idea with which I can run
So I can cure this block and get something done
When I looked up, I was astonished to find
My pen had written on every line
I cannot remember, have I lost my mind?
This poem I’ve written and for which I pined
