WRITER'S BLOCK

Ticking, ticking, always ticking,

Waiting for the words to spill.

No rest for the mind until,

The paper has had its fill.

Ticking, ticking, always ticking,

Nothing to quench the thirst,

Tricking gently at first,

The dam of wonder eventually bursts.

Ticking, ticking, always ticking,

The blip patiently waits,

I stare blankly, fallen for the bait,

I’m off to write something great.