My creative writing course has started – yippee.. now there’s a real focus for me to sit at the laptop.
Here’s a bit of rhyming nonsense I wrote nearly a decade ago! Now I am determined to take it more seriously – well a little – and be more disciplined.
This writing Lark
The fire is lit and the flames are roaring
near me on the sofa, Sammie cat is snoring
I sit with pen in hand on my 13th cup of tea
waiting for the muse to come, for a writer’s what I’ll be.
I’m on my second breakfast, or perhaps by now its lunch,
Oh what the hell, I like to eat, I’ll call it morning brunch.
The words are there within my head, perhaps that might be true
but there they stay, well hidden, apart from this stuff I write to you.
So I go and wash the kitchen floor and clean the bath out too
How come when I hate housework, I can find so much to do?
I have my health and loads of time, as I sit here by the fire
I thought I’d find it easier when I knew I would retire.
My pencil’s neatly sharpened; my pen is full of ink
and from this mighty task I know I shouldn’t shrink.
Is that the time already? Good grief it’s nearly dark,
Suppose I’ll go and make the tea, and give up this writing lark!