Another Line

 I sit at the keyboard and click another key
Another line of poetry
I click again and write some more
Finding more lines to explore
Will this flow? I ask myself
I take a break to relieve oneself
Back again with bated breath
This poem I’m sure will be my death
Reading over what I write
How will it sound when I recite?
I click again another line
Another verse another rhyme
Let’s take a break let’s take a rest
Allow my lines to digest
Gulp some coffee suck a toffee
Now back to work I scratch my head
I’ve drawn a blank I feel brain dead
Scrambling words in a new combination
Seeking out for new Inspiration
Fingers hover like a bird
Arr! Yes I click again another word
Not sure which one I preferred
Was it this or is it that
I vent my anger and kick the cat
Shall I scrap it and start again
Perhaps try another vain
How did Keats or Byron feel
Where in the hell did they find all that Zeal?
Shakespeare knew what he was doing
He let Romeo do all the wooing
Wordsworth “wondered like a cloud”
Hardy was “far from the madding Crowd”
Davies had “no time to stand and stare”
And Johnnydod is pulling out his hair
Now one more line for this rhyme
Good now it’s finished just in time.