Writersblocky

Twas Tuesday and the august Chair
Just welcoming the Writers’ Group
Heard distant chortling, turned to stare.
A member strode in, cock-a-hoop.

“You know and dread the Block, my friends,
That icy chill that numbs the brain
And, paralysing thought, oft sends
The struggling writer quite insane.

Today the reckoning drew nigh
And still I had nought to read out.
Each minute ticking swiftly by
Increased my panic and self doubt.

I took my wireless mouse in hand:
Long time elusive rhymes I sought -
Then went downstairs to make some tea
And Hobnobs ate; more than I ought.

And as I wiped away the crumbs
The Writer’s Block leapt from my head
Into the tin and toothless gums
Seized on a Hobnob. ‘Right!’ I said.

Quick as a flash, slammed on the lid.
With parcel tape I stuck it down.
Then inspiration flowed and rid
My head of mush and brow of frown.”

The members gave a gladsome shout.
The Writer’s Block would roam no more.
Next time the august Chair called out,
“Acceptances?”, there was a score.