A poem every day? I must be mad
to think that I could make it past week one.
Today, as I look at my writing pad
the word-count total is exactly none!
I can’t make any sense out of the prompt,
wherever do they come up with this stuff?
Creative juices are completely stomped,
my muse has vanished in a massive huff.
What can I write to get out of this mess?
A haiku or a limerick would do;
I think I’d even call it a success
if I could come up with a clerihew.
The masterpiece my hubris would create
eludes and brings me to this sorry state.