Glaring at the screen. Not an idea in sight.
I think I have an idea!
Never mind, I read that last night
Not one cohesive thought in my cluttered, chaotic mind
Just a bright blank screen glaring back like a white tiger looking to dine
Has my muse gone rogue and stolen all my clever?
Or maybe my clever was never as clever as I once conjectured
Whatever the case may be – hey all it’s me Linette Dee
TaTa for now, I will continue to glare and let you be