I Would If I Could
Write a poem? I would if I could, but thoughts won’t crystallize,
I need a potion that grey matter will revitalize.
I’ve got writer’s block, my head’s on holiday in Bangkok,
The postman has lost his bag, the ship’s unable to dock.
Yes, I would write one if I could, but the cupboard is bare,
The old thinking process has suffered too much wear and tear.
It’s gone on strike, shut the gate, pressure won’t accommodate,
So, I’ve simply got no choice, but to sit around and wait.
I’m sorry, but there you go, words are refusing to flow,
My creative force has vanished, the light bulb just won’t glow.
There’s not a thing I can do, my brains saying, “No thank you,”
There’s a blockage in the pipe, there’s a hold-up in the queue.
Yes, I would if I could, I really would, but can’t, you see,
There’s a power outage, a break-in at the library.
I just can’t think of a thing, no bell’s beginning to ring,
I’ve lost my rhythm and rhyme, misplaced my artistic zing.
I’m utterly distracted, my brain cells are in a tizz,
My lemonade’s missing lemons, not to mention its fizz.
I’m shocked, stunned, perplexed, confused, and certainly not amused,
I’m feeling so embarrassed, mentally battered and bruised.
I hope it’s just a hiccup that will shortly disappear,
A temporary mental fog that’ll soon begin to clear.
I hope that it’s just a fuse, a case of a good night’s snooze,
Nothing more than a passing blip that later will amuse.
Yes, I would if I could, that’d be good, but I can’t, sadly,
I’m sorry to disappoint, but there’s no spark currently.
My brain is far too tired, hasn’t the energy required,
You’ll just have to wait ’till I’m poetically inspired.
By Lance Landall
