The Artiste

Humor about the frustrations of a struggling artist

The Artiste


Forgetting those things that are left behind          
I need a new verse something that rhymes
Something to pick me up when I’m bleak
Something to make me laugh's what I seek

Sitting in front of my old laptop
The words will not come I feel like a flop
Looking forward to those things that are ahead
I got nothing creativity is dead

Not a “doth” nor a “twas” nor a “tis” comes to me
Dr. Seuss made it look easy to write poetry
Cat in the Hat; Green Eggs and Ham
The Grinch Stole Christmas; I am Sam

Piece of cake; nothing to it; I told my boss when I quit
The bill collectors are now calling and having a fit
I wonder if Rudyard Kipling started like this
Did Robert Frost ever swing and miss?

My wife’s not too happy it’s easy to see
She just will not acknowledge the genius in me
My first poem was bad the second was worse
No masterpiece to put cash in her purse


She says that I really don’t have the time
To sit around thinking of things that rhyme
Now she suggests maybe I’m not an artiste
And If I don’t get a job I’ll be needing a priest


Dennis Bazzell  April 3 2007