All this intense paper writing and stress has found an outlet.
Unfortunately it's not in writing my paper . . .
Today the poetic urge struck me and all my pent-up stress released itself into the written word.
I still haven't finished the poem I just started, but when I went to save it, I discovered a poem I had forgotten I had written. Ironically, it's from the end of a term last summer when I was spewing out another paper. It has been sitting in my computer file unnamed and unnoticed for the last nine months.
Until now.
Without further ado, I present a silly, but fun poem about that awful time of semester-- when deadlines are looming and your mind just goes blank.
Writer's Block
My brain is fried
My thoughts are limp
Like noodles overcooked
and left to drip into the drain
I cannot sit another hour
My thoughts will not behave
they wriggle and wiggle and
slither right off of the page
I will never get finished
I’ll stay here forever
My eyes will cloud over
My rear will harden
I’ll be stuck in a chair
Full of despair
And everyone walking by
Simply will stare
At the statue before them
A struggling girl
Stuck with her brain
in a never-ending whirl
Oh the cramps!
The misery!
The endless agony
The . . .
I’ve got it!
An idea for my paper!
Here goes!
5 comments:
Well, at least the poem ends on a positive note! That must mean your paper will be stellar! Go KIMBOBIMBOWENTTOTIMBOTOBUYASHOEONABIGBAMBOO!!!
That is a great poem, especially the line about the wet noodle. But why in the heck are you still working on that paper?! Wasn't it due like a week ago?
I liked the part about your thoughts wriggling, wiggling, slithering right off the page.
So how's your rear these days? A little hard from all that hard Louisa May Alcott work?
That was a fun read. So, did you turn a paper? ;)
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