Writer's block
Here at 9 o'clock
I hear a knock
Oh look
My cat has my sock
I listen to rock
As I draw with chalk
Going on this nostalgic walk
Through my brain
I listen to my memories
I feel my gears move
The wonderful treasuries
Are found in a new groove
I taste the fruit from the tree of idea
Yet my mind is still blank
As I giggle at onomatopoeias
I jump off the memory plank
Suddenly my mind is filled again
With memories oh so dear
I throw them into the idea pen
And my writer's block clears
