Poem: Another Go-Round

Another Go-Round

Here I sit again with nothing in my head

Wait, I meant no ideas; that’s what I should have said

I’m trying to write a poem to make my grandma guffaw,

But still I’ve got nothing; I’m saying, “daw!--

err---“duh!” It’s the s***s when you come up blank

All my lame ideas, they really stank

Oh well. I’ve got to

write something, but what do

I write about? Oh, I know,

I’ve got just the thing! It’s so

perfect. No, on second thought,

that one won’t work; no, it’s not

funny in the least; see, the well is dry,

I’m getting so frustrated, I think I’ll cry

My grandma’s waiting, expecting something rich

with clever ideas, but here I am, stuck in the ditch;

I’ll bet she thought, “Here, he’ll use “son of

a b***h” to rhyme this thing, but that’s so above

my thought process; see, I told you I’m so off my nut

I’m folding under the pressure, but

that doesn’t change the fact at all

I’ve got to break through the creative wall

So, here goes nothing; grandma, I hope

you like it, but you’re probably going to think it’s a dopp-

y idea. Anyway, here goes;

this idea will have to suffice, I suppose

“I saw an old movie last night on T.V.,

I...I.., can’t think of anymore, see?”

What did I tell you grandma?

I was going to try again, but, “naw!”

What would be the point? I’ve just got to face

my humor is in a cold, dark place

So I’m sorry if you expected a lot

better. I tried grandma, but that’s all I’ve got!