I wasn't feeling very creative today,
A point I am embarrassed to boast.
My metaphorical well of ideas and thoughts
Has dried up; I've got nothing to post.
I thought of writing about another "First Time",
But I wasn't sure what about.
After all, the story of how my virginity was lost
Should probably be left out.
"I could complain about work," I said,
But I didn't want to appear to you as whiny.
I then thought of describing my blog troll,
Mr Pineapples, whose dick I'm sure is tiny.
"No to all that!" I cried. "I must think!"
And wracked my brain in thought.
It was then it occurred to me that there was something
I've meant to say, but forgot.
You see, it appears that I have this talent
Of turning a phrase in time,
And selecting the proper corresponding words
That make it flow smoothly, and rhyme.
I can spin a quick line or write a stanza,
And give it an emotion, (happy, or sad).
I've used this in the past to poke fun at my sisters,
To get them good and mad.
There is not much going on today.
My e-mail inbox is desolate and void.
The weather outside? It's warm and sunny,
Just begging to be enjoyed.
Alas, I'm stuck at my desk 'til late,
Answering calls and being nice.
I ask "Can I help you?" but think to myself
The solution is a quick motion, and a knife.
No, I'm not planning a homicide;
I wouldn't fare too well in jail.
Besides, I've got little money, and no rich uncle
That could help me to post bail.
I've never posted an entry before
Written entirely in verse.
Considering what else I could have written,
This can't be that much more worse.
So, how about it folks?
What do you think of this new style?
It is quite fun to write like this,
But I'll admit it takes a while.
I've begun to ramble, so I'll wrap things up.
Leave a rhyming comment if you care.
I might turn this into a meme,
So commenter's, beware!
Just kidding. I wouldn't subject anyone to mandatory poetry writing.
Unless they deserved it.