Why can't I think of something to write?
I've been at it day and night,
But nothing really comes to mind.
The Muse of late's been most unkind
In leaving me in this irksome plight.

In my day, it was all so right.
Fifty sonnets in just one night!
Acrostics and lim'ricks and ballads refined
When I could think of something to write.

But now the Muse has taken flight,
And what comes to mind is all but trite.
I'm at a loss of words I find
And cannot write what's been assigned.
But it's getting late, so I best say goodnight.
Why can't I think of something to write?