The hungry Poet
A poet sat and thought
What next he ought
To write about.
He said out loud,
His wife to hear:
"I am not even near
A thought this time
I might commit to rhyme."
With no idea in his head
He then arose and said:
"I do not feel inspired,
The fact is I am mired.
My brain is numb,
I just feel dumb."
Then struck an inspiration:
"Maybe a small libation.
And with a glass of wine
A pizza would be fine."
- And off they went to dine.