night, you know, like all the other nights.
I sat in pj's at my desk,
Just setting out to write.
A shot rang out, well maybe not,
A horseman did arrive.
That's trite! Contrived! I just can't think!
I have this awful head.
An ache that beats around the brows,
and makes me feel some dread.
Perhaps a different starting line,
A sunny ocean beach.
Or maybe it should be inspired by those who
try to teach.
"Oh I don't know!"
I shout out loud,
Then stiffly leaning back...
I hear a muffled creaking sound and suddenly,
The chair gives way!
I hit the floor!
Oh ow, my aching head!
I'm giving up, turning out the light,
And going back to bed!