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!!!!  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. 🙂

  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 🙂

  4. Cocoa (Sonya Annita Song)'s avatar Cubby says:

    This is so cute. Love this! 🙂

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