One night my stream of inspiration ran out;
that was something I couldn't do without.
So I charged at his door
and sprawled on the floor.
"Why did you leave?" I demanded to know.
"Did you really have to get up and go?"
"Sorry, kid, but you're out of luck,
the truth is that your writing sucks!"
"So why are you here?"
I growled in disgust.
"Your meaning is clear!
You're gone, little man, you're turning to dust!"
My inspiration sadly shook his head,
saying, "Go to sleep, it's time for bed,"
But still I persisted, asking him, "Why?"
Until finally he said with a cry,
"I was joking! Gosh, can't you see,
I can't live a life without humor-- no sirree!
Why are you so serious?
Do you gotta be sincere?
Don't you have some sympathy?
Can't you lend an ear?"
Suddenly I halted,
stopping in my steps.
"Thank, O exalted!"
I didn't say the rest.
"What the heck is going on?
What's with all this rambling?"
But I ignored his confused cries,
and out his door went scrambling.
Here's the rest, it didn't fit:
So now you read the poor results
of last night's futile work,
you may as well send in insults,
'cause all I'll do is smirk.
I bet you don't have a little guy,
pudgy, long-nosed, stout,
wearing starry wizard robes,
This guy you cannot doubt.
It was kind of on the spot, my first rhyming poem!
. I think it's too long...
I'm turning eleven on the thirtieth of July, how do you think this is for my age? I usually write better, but I wanted to try something more fun and quirky... I know I probably botched it all up, but it was fun.
that was something I couldn't do without.
So I charged at his door
and sprawled on the floor.
"Why did you leave?" I demanded to know.
"Did you really have to get up and go?"
"Sorry, kid, but you're out of luck,
the truth is that your writing sucks!"
"So why are you here?"
I growled in disgust.
"Your meaning is clear!
You're gone, little man, you're turning to dust!"
My inspiration sadly shook his head,
saying, "Go to sleep, it's time for bed,"
But still I persisted, asking him, "Why?"
Until finally he said with a cry,
"I was joking! Gosh, can't you see,
I can't live a life without humor-- no sirree!
Why are you so serious?
Do you gotta be sincere?
Don't you have some sympathy?
Can't you lend an ear?"
Suddenly I halted,
stopping in my steps.
"Thank, O exalted!"
I didn't say the rest.
"What the heck is going on?
What's with all this rambling?"
But I ignored his confused cries,
and out his door went scrambling.
Here's the rest, it didn't fit:
So now you read the poor results
of last night's futile work,
you may as well send in insults,
'cause all I'll do is smirk.
I bet you don't have a little guy,
pudgy, long-nosed, stout,
wearing starry wizard robes,
This guy you cannot doubt.
It was kind of on the spot, my first rhyming poem!
. I think it's too long...I'm turning eleven on the thirtieth of July, how do you think this is for my age? I usually write better, but I wanted to try something more fun and quirky... I know I probably botched it all up, but it was fun.