Writer’s Block(This Too Shall Pass)

Sometimes I have a very good time
Reaching into the verse and the rhyme.
But other times I get writer’s block
It seems like my mind begins to lock
Out all of the things that I want to say
That rumble around in sawdust and hay.
But then, again on most occasions
I can look past those persuasions
That my padlock my mind; stifle my view
Because after a while, I start out anew.
Now, take the adventures of Mavis the cow-
She’s born in my head, but I don’t know how.
I give her a purse and two pair of shoes,
Put on her glasses and turn on the news.
There she is-bright-eyed with smile
Broadcasting events in her TV-like style.
“A gallon of milk is up fifty-cents,
It’s the same price as gas and that presents
A dilemma for people who hear the news-
Buy gas or a cow-what shall they choose?”
Mavis looks out and gives us a wink.
She picks up her glass and takes a drink,
Goes out to her car filled up with gas
And holds up the milk that’s left in the glass.