NO IDEAS…

What’s this gooey stuff seeping out of my ear?

Is it flowing directly from my brain, oh dear?

I have no new ideas for poems, that’s so clear,

So maybe this gooey stuff is a new idea,

Better there than seeping out of my rear…

I mean really, my ideas seem to have all dried up,

Not even can I get any ideas from the pup,

Oh let me get myself a big old cup,

And catch this stuff as it flows, yup…

I guess this too shall pass,

As it seems to have happened in the past,

But I cannot recall when it happened last?

Oh wow, this gooey stuff is really seeping fast.

I think all I need is to find my fishing rod and cast,

As it may give me more ideas while using the sun to baste,

At the same time I am waiting for the little fishies to hit my hook,

I will be writing down all that occurs as if I was writing a book,

I will know for sure if any ideas I wrote were worth the effort,

When I get done jotting and just set the paper down and take a look…

                                                                                                            (ed)