LazerLordz SG The Playwrights Tale Sometimes my grey matter Gives out air and lather And nothing of note Besides this dire quote. Maybe its warming up Perhaps Im dreaming Of trophies and gold Oh why am I so bold? Could the cold velvet Cushion my quoted words Or would I, the West End bury And eventually surviving on curry. Would my creaky computer Churn out an ocean Or would that darn printer Force me to hunt down a painter. This art has given me Notable pain But sorrow is the song That always makes me feel wrong. Where is my muse? That made me good black coffee? Did she get lost in Bishan Park? Ill bet its because I scream like a lark. Yesterday I placed a flutter Down at the local betting outlet But blue, blue Everton Led Arsenal to seventh heaven. The script had bugs I told my heckler friend Reformat it he said I angrily punched my mate. And now I freeze And soon I will sneeze But this play that sleeps Still makes me weep.
dsnake1 SG Hey LL , u writing a play and got time to place a football bet ah? Anyway, i like the first stanza, it sets the tone of the poem, a light-hearted account of a guy writing a play. Reminds me of the obstacles when trying to write something serious.
