A reply to reader Veronica Helen Hart’s challenge. Sometimes inspiration comes from the strangest sources… 

There once was a Person from Porlock

Whom I always thought was a warlock.

He gave me a fright

In the midst of the night

As he stood there with dangling forelock.

“O writer, you speak of a mind block?

You’re shut up as tight as a padlock?

You’ll soon see the light

And all will be right.

Stop grumbling! You just need to take stock.”

His glibness cut deep; how he did mock!

I stood up and glanced at the wall clock.

“I simply won’t bite,

Get out of my sight!”

Then I sat down and finished my Word Doc.

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