For Those Days When You Just Run Out of Time and Need a Quick Cop Out-

I’m blocked, I’m shocked, I cannot find my rhyme,

I’ve sat all day and not thought up a word,

not even a couplet to pass the time,

and now I’m sitting here spitting out this turd.

A sonnet about writing a sonnet?

Please, there’s more creativity in a

child’s finger painted prairie bonnet,

drawn in class for “Know the Pioneers Day”.

Forget about it, I'm all blocked and stopped,

there’s no good reason to go on reading,

but if you’ve read this far and haven’t dropped

my poetic wordy dirty dealing,

         then read, relax, finish out this line

         and do not wish back your two minutes time