I'm In A Tizz
I’d like to write a poem but I can’t think of a theme,
It appears my train of thought has derailed, run out of steam.
It seems my locomotive has lost its locomotion,
I just don’t know what to do, I’m in a tizz, oh, such emotion.
Even though I scratch my head, or pace up and down the floor,
Nothing seems to come to mind, seems like goods aren’t in the store.
It’s like staff have gone off home, closed the shutters, locked the door,
Dear oh dear, what shall I do, why do ideas me ignore.
It’s really quite distressing, in fact, it’s quite depressing,
I’d rather be progressing, not my dismay expressing.
It’s causing agitation, such terrible frustration,
I’m feeling desperation, am deep in perspiration.
How can I write a poem if I do not have a theme?
How can I write a poem if ideas no longer stream?
How can I write a poem if nothing will come to mind?
Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Bother! I’m in a dreadful bind.
I’m shocked that this has happened, I’m perplexed, disturbed, confused,
Thus, I hope that my outburst will be understood, excused.
I find it quite deflating, it’s embarrassing as well,
I need some inspiration, a light bulb, a ringing bell.
I’ve been shaken to the core, I’m concerned there’ll be no more,
That ideas for further poems have escaped, snuck out the door,
That the well has now run dry, that as hard as I may try,
I’ll cease to be a poet, find solace in apple pie.
Just a moment…what’s this? Well I never, it’s poetry,
I’ve just written a poem despite being idea free.
I wonder how it happened? Do you think unconsciously?
Or do you think I’m teasing, penned it deliberately?
By Lance Landall
