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Flamin' Eck!
You know I was going to write a poem,
But I didnt know what to say?
I sat and sat and sat some more,
And wasted a flamin' day!
I pondered and wondered and thought,
About what to write about,
I think I had writers block?
In fact, I'm in no doubt!
So I thought about what I could write,
And you know, I just couldn't think,
I had to wrack my brains to bits,
Coz me thoughts were on the blink!
Noooo, I'm only kidding,
In fact the truth is this,
It takes me literally minutes,
But the result...is a hit or miss!
I never really have a problem,
The words are always in me head,
Jumbled up and rattling around,
Yep, it must be said!
Prolific is what they call me,
Mmmm, I wonder if thats good?
To knock them out, just like that,
I think I'd better knock on wood!
'Flamin' eck,' I say's me to myself,
I did it once again...
Churned out me little old dittys,
From this little old brain!
©2002 Catherine Inglesby
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