Writer's Block

(I actually wrote this poem last summer, forgot about it, and rediscovered it on my computer today.  I think it sums up the end of a semester pretty well.)

My brain is fried

My thoughts are limp

Like noodles overcooked

and left to drip into the drain

I cannot sit another hour

My thoughts will not behave

they wriggle and wiggle and

slither right off of the page

I will never get finished

I’ll stay here forever

My eyes will cloud over

My rear will harden

I’ll be stuck in a chair

Full of despair

And everyone walking by

Simply will stare

At the statue before them

A struggling girl

Stuck with her brain

in a never-ending whirl

Oh the cramps!

The misery!

The endless agony

The . . .

I’ve got it!

An idea for my paper!

Here goes!