Let's see, me trying to write this sonnet.
Nope, not going to happen, not at all,
Looking for inspiration on the wall.
I have written three lines! Nope, forget it.
This is going to make me throw a fit.
Think, think, think, think, you need to rise, not fall,
I could write about owls in the fall?
No, they are just on my Ipad to sit.
Maybe I could possibly write on love?
No, no, no, no, that is just too cliche.
I feel like I'm under a Renaissance.
Is it bad that I just want to give up?
I could totally write about ballet.
Enough! I'll just end with my reverence.