The Block

I've been sitting here an hour and the words won't come,
Looking hard for inspiration, getting nothing done,
So I grab a cup of tea thinking "soon man, soon",
But my mind's still a blank and I start to fume.

With ideas like mine I've never had a Block,
So sitting here with nothing is a right old shock,
Because normally it hits me like I'm turning on a tap,
But this morning nothing's coming 'cept a page of crap.

So I head out for a smoke and it hits me right there,
I tend to write a lot about whatever's in the air,
And in the air right then was my big old Block,
So right there I had it and am now un-blocked.

I tend to write about what's happening at the time,
I find that way that my flow's just fine,
Oh sure I'll admit not everything's A- One,
But you show me a writer that pleases everyone.

So next time your sweating trying to pen a piece,
You take my advice, you'll be troubled least,
Just go with the flow of whatever's in your head,
And Old Mr Block can find someone else instead.