I have no funny stories
No good ones to tell
The muse is on vacation
Dad blam her to hell
And so I sit intently
Staring at the screen
Pondering what I've done
And thinking of where I've been
Since yesterday I assure you
Little has come to pass
A little of this and a little of that
And a lot of sitting on my ass
The next two days are scary
Much have I to do
Places to go and people to see
And hopefully something new
Today I feel kinda geeky
Hence the corny rhyme
I do hope you'll forgive me
And come back another time.
Chorus
I got nothin'
I got nothin'
I got nothin' so I'm singing this song to you.
Loved it! Shakespeare it's not, but I loved it!
ReplyDeleteVery fun.
ReplyDeleteSo today you got plenty of Nothin' tomorrow is another day. Your a poet too. Who knew? Ed
ReplyDeleteLol, great!
ReplyDeleteEven your "I got nuthin'" is riveting!
ReplyDeleteDad blam her to hell.
Best line ever.
you know you have writer's block when you use dad blam!
ReplyDeleteSounds like the start of a Broadway musical on blogging! You could be a star!
ReplyDeleteEven when you hit a brick wall, you're still lucid enough to put words together that never fail to entertain us.
ReplyDeleteTake care!
You're really somethin'... even when you've got nothin'. That wasn't meant to rhyme; it was meant as a compliment.
ReplyDeleteMark :-)
good grief, you did all that before 6 a.m. that alone counts as a quality post!
ReplyDeletecome what may, have a lovely day.
see? you're contagious.
This is for the piano bar!
ReplyDeleteSo you're gonna give us a video of you singing this, right? ;)
ReplyDeleteYou've got plenty of nuthin'
ReplyDeleteAnd nuthin's plenty for me.
Torn, plenty of nothin' or not, you're one of my favorite reads of the day.
ReplyDeleteI thought you hated poetry...
ReplyDeleteThis charmed me.