Poem 9

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writers block

prohibits me

from describing boredom.

my boredom generates a tantrum.

sit with arms crossed

lips in serious pout,

stamping of feet for added effect.

are you writing this down?

bastard!

not fair!!!!

a poem from

my boredom

my writers block

my tantrum.

wait!!!!!!!!

UGHHHHHHH

not fair!!!!

now will cross arms and sit on bed

lips really pouting now.

duck lips?

NO!!!! ย Just bottom lip sticking out.

cute.

NO!!!!!!

writers-block

just continuing my tantrum.

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12 Responses to Poem 9

  1. Anja's avatar Anja says:

    You’re welcome!!!! I am glad my tantrum and all was your inspiration. lol At least one of us wrote something……

  2. for someone with writers block, you seemed to do very well. ๐Ÿ™‚

  3. draliman's avatar draliman says:

    I loved the way this flows – short sharp sentences each describing the horror of writer’s block.
    Love Calvin and Hobbes too ๐Ÿ™‚

  4. Cubby's avatar Cubby says:

    This is so cute. Love this! ๐Ÿ™‚

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