Some days when the "muse" doesn't come
and I sit here twiddling  my thumb
I'll search high and low for a rhyme
will even commit grammar crime
If stuck I will start flippin' a dime
I may even sprinkle some thyme
and then I remember oy vey
that's just really not your way
you poetry has  free-form lines
that almost never have rhymes
I'm trying to find an end
but before I ramble around the bend
with no end in sight
I'll just say....kaput....and be done