Ayilliterate

sometimes when i cant make my brain do what i want, this happens.

I opened this to write an item ingeniously inspiring 

And I ponder why I'm plagued with unproductively perspiring

In effort to produce some perfected poetry

Fabricate some fabulous philosophy 

Or perhaps attack a problem quite profound

Yet in this endeavor more than ever, I'm unable to expound

How this presents a problem quite perplexing

And in that vein, so very vexing

Because my brain has been giving it's best shot

Yet the words are still wrong and wildly miswrought 

So, sorrowfully, I offer you no stanzas of sensation

Instead I've only this illustration

Of increasingly bad alliteration

Reviews

[JB Murray]

I must tell you about how prolfic your poem, how it reads and rolls and specifiacally flows, but much like you i'm in sorrow and distress, so I'll just say to you "Nice Job" instead I guess... Lol! Honestly, enjoyed it...