My Little Pome Poem by Revati Mahajan

Once I sat down to write a poem
Rhyming schemes and the notes
Hoping it to be a masterpiece
But the idea wont come

I sit, I fret, I roll and lounge
Take my pen and throw it down
Stare at the page and tear it down
push all my things aside never to write I decide

The room looks now upside down
I scream as I feel my tummy growl
'need some food it says'
But you need to write my hand tells

See some cars zoom away
That reminds me of this day
Ideas come and go away
Before my pen can taste them

Tired and hungry I see myself
Now I'm totally exhausted
Looking at my room's state, I think
Better to stare outta the window grill

A crow is cawing outside
I think its laughing at me
My worthless efforts and me
Both not worth a tuppence

My feet now buried half down
In the mess of crumbled paper
Nonsense I think what I write
Now this does make some sense

I take my pen and page and all
Look at my tummy, the cars and crows
Then suddenly I thought of something
I'll write a poem another day