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A Hudibrastic verse (described following the poem) with a self-explanatory title. |
| My pen is dry, my keyboard dead. No inspiration in my head. Grasping for creative action, getting little satisfaction. I hate to think my brain's gone dry. I get no sparks and know not why. Perhaps I try too hard to think. Perhaps my brain is on the blink. I think I'll take a walk outside, and let Ma Nature be my guide. Flora and fauna all about might nurture this creative drought. If no ideas come to me, I'll just give up and watch TV. Hudibrastic Verse - a series of rhymed couplets designed to create a satirical narrative, |