A reply to reader Veronica Helen Hart’s challenge. Sometimes inspiration comes from the strangest sources…
There once was a Person from Porlock
Whom I always thought was a warlock.
He gave me a fright
In the midst of the night
As he stood there with dangling forelock.
“O writer, you speak of a mind block?
You’re shut up as tight as a padlock?
You’ll soon see the light
And all will be right.
Stop grumbling! You just need to take stock.”
His glibness cut deep; how he did mock!
I stood up and glanced at the wall clock.
“I simply won’t bite,
Get out of my sight!”
Then I sat down and finished my Word Doc.