Catch My Drift

Strange how it goes, they're waiting their turn

To flood my thoughts, these ideas to burn

Other times nothing, just rack my old brain

Get all pooped out, my attempts are in vain

Is there no such place as smack dab in the middle

Where rhymes reside and efforts are little

Why do we suffer a blankness at times

There must be a pill for starting these rhymes

Oh well, I'm really having the time of my life

Annoying struggles just add to the spice

We'd ALL be poets if these rhymes came easy

Wouldn't stand out with our words so breezy

Do you catch my drift, am I making any sense

Keep plugging away, don't be so damn tense

Rhymes will soon come, have ye no doubt

Flooding your brain, you'll stand up and shout

Lordy, I'm a poet just knew it all along

My heart doth sing a happiness thong!