A beating heart and a well-used pen

A beating heart, a well-used pen

A cup of tea, at quarter to ten

I sit and write the words that must

Be written before they gather dust

 

With hair a mess, and glasses askew

I seek to find the words most true

To describe my frantic, frenzied face

And to justify my hurried pace

 

The house is a mess, I need to eat

I’ve got homework to do and people to meet

But just for a moment, just for right now

I must get the words out from under my brow

 

The words, they attack-they dance and they jump

They refuse to be silent, they multiply and clump

Until there is not any room in my head

If I don’t get them out, then I’ll soon be dead.

 

A writer talks nonsense, every now and then

It’s what keeps us sane, at quarter past ten

But don’t for a minute feel sorry or sad

For the path you are on-be nothing but glad

Author's Note

Just a silly poem-I hope you enjoy!

Reviews

[Suditi]

This is so wonderful!
Not at all silly!
It is really fun. :D

[Boldpen]

Silly!.. I thought the poem gave out the condition of most of the writers on this site. Your write was a pure delight to read.. with a well hidden thought in cheerful humor.
Liked it a lot! Great job!

[Chris]

chuckling here... a fair rhyme... rhythm stumbles a lil.

[Jeremy Baker]

Nothing silly about this write, my dear - superb effort!

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

I would have thought more sattirical than silly my darling, a wondeful piece that actually made me laugh, well done

[Hotwater]

Haha! a little poem full of humour... aimed at oneself. Getting words out can be very hard at times, but you managed this ok! Thanks for the smile!
*bird*