Faithful Pen doesn’t to care to work
even Keyboard’s duties are shirked.
The words will not flow
into favored Rondeaus
as fair Tablet looks on with a smirk.

Sequestered by imaginative murk,
toiling at stanzas as if I’m a clerk.
Poetry prompts found below
uninspiring tableaus.
I am sure I shall soon go berserk.

Then relying on whimsy and quirk,
nonsensical poems just might work.
So for lyrical show
I’ll give Limerick a go
pray forgive me if this one does irk.

M. Zane McClellan

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