Cramping My Style - Imagination or Inflammation?

(Dedicated to Elisa Ashley)

Linda Ann Nickerson
Dear Editor: About that rhyme;
I think I need a bit more time.
It's not a writer's block I face,
I'm concepting at warp-speed pace.

A hardware glitch has got me beat;
I'm squirming in my writing seat.
Ideas keep coming, fast and mean;
I just can't get them on the screen.

My carpal tunnel has gone bad;
Imagination's launching pad.
A typing cramp is in command.
And mouse-tics cripple my right hand.

It's not that I've run out of juice.
My poet's brain is lucid, loose.
I have a million more to write,
And each one will be dynamite.

I'd like to send the verse today;
Can't wait to hear what you will say.
The lines are captivating, sure.
Each stanza is elating, pure.

I'm sure you'll love the ending too,
If I could get it off to you.
But technical mishaps and snags
Have cramped my style; it fairly drags.

My digits are contorted, bent.
My knuckles' feelings came and went.
My hand is frozen like a claw.
This is a writer's own last straw!

Dear Editor: About that rhyme;
I think I need a bit more time.
I'll pound some aspirin and reload
And send you that poetic ode.

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  • Sophielc 1/20/2008

    I remember the boring poems we had to learn in schools; if only we had some of these then!

  • Elena H. 10/25/2007

    Another one we all can relate to.

  • AmyCH 10/24/2007

    You can rhyme like no other. Hats off to you!

  • Linda Ann Nickerson 10/24/2007

    Elisa - Thanks for the launching pad!

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