I sit here at my office desk, nestled in my comfy chair,

I wait for inspiration, but somehow it isn't there.

A blank computer screen can be a very daunting sight.

It cries to me to get my finger out and start to write.

Come on brain, do your stuff!

The clock is keeping quite good time, I'll have to dust its face.

I need more time for thinking, but the damn thing seems to race.

That bunch of pencils in the jar need thinning out, they breed

Just like my textas do, a good clean-out is what I need.

I wonder why a mouse's balls need cleaning so often?

No, never mind that pile of books, they'll wait until I'm done

With getting out a story, or a poem full of fun.

I wish that I could concentrate on doing what I must,

Instead of looking at a desk that's mouse pad deep in dust.

What on earth rhymes with duck?

Now concentrate on typing words, forget the things around

That keep my mind distracted, every sight and every sound.

Those birds are unimportant, and that pile of ironing too,

The carpet needs a vacuuming, no, some writing I must do.

Luck, muck, truck, pluck, no I'm stuck!

Those lines of type upon the screen, they even seem to rhyme,

I'll have to print this out tonight, I've done it just in time

To dodge humiliation caused by homework left undone.

It's done now, and I've earned myself a nice big sticky bun!

And goodnight to all!