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.