‘Re-fueling’ my tank ?

Well I can pen about pleasure
Or I could upset one with pain
As I cunjure up from my inner-expressions that wax & wane

Notions, nature, fiction or true
I would have a go at rhyming anything
That is simply what I like to do

But the weather outside isn’t frightful
Infact at the moment it looks delightful

I’ve probably exhausted ranting on about the climates
Along with people’s personalities
& Natures varieties of primates

So as I solitary sit on my sofa
Peering out of my window at the view
I rack my brain to come up with a corker
That will impress & entertain you

I’m all out of imagination
My inner-vision has went blank
I reckon I need to go a little jaunt
To re-fuel my ‘thoughts’ tank

That’s the thinking capsule in my head
I’m sure you writer’s know what I mean
As I’m aware ‘Mental blocks’
Are places fellow Poets have often been

Farewell to all you book worms
No doubt I will speak to you soon
When my noggins come up with inspiration
I shall be ‘Over-the-moon’