Thought I could write a novel;
could not, daft ideas, bore.
No problem, several kinds of prose;
do exist in literature, several I adore.
Thought I could write a story;
could not, again the same blank.
Then again, no problem, I can always
cross this river on another plank.
Thought I could write a poem;
again no, blank head, no words flow.
This time, problem, for what else;
can I write, nothing else I know?
Well, you ask what did I end up with now;
Can’t you see, can’t you see, what you’re reading now?