Write About

by Alice Woodrome

I can think of nothing to write about.
Besides there's laundry to do
If I had something to write about.
Then maybe I'd be in the mood.

But I have nothing to write about.
And my mother's expecting a call.
I can think of nothing to write about.
I think I'll go to the mall.

I wish I had something to write about.
But I'm having a rotten day.
Everything I think of to write about.
Sounds stupid, or worse -- clichéd.

I have nothing at all to write about.
It's so nice-I'm going outside.
What, oh, what can I write about.
Will fresh air help me decide?

I know something I could write about.
If the subject weren't too close to home.
So there's nothing really to write about.
The computer room is too cold.

My blog, my blog, day in and day out.
The kitchen floor needs a mopping.
Today my blog will do without.
Anyway, I've got company coming

I can think of nothing to write about.
But my brain needs the exercise.
It would be better to write, no doubt
But I think I'll eat some pie.

But I can think of nothing to write about.
There are dishes in the sink to do
I could think of something to write about.
If I weren't feeling so dreadfully blue.

I can think of nothing to write about.
I have to fix supper now.
I can think of nothing to write about.
Besides, Do I really know how?

I can't think anymore, I'm all worn out.
And I've been on the 'puter too long.
This blog post is not working out.
It's coming out long and all wrong.

I can think of nothing to write about.
And here I sit like a rock.
I have nothing at all to write about.
It's bedtime -- look at the clock.

I can think of nothing to write about.
My arthritic fingers are aching.
There's nothing left to write about.
I'm not really a writer -- I'm faking.