I got a writer’s block vacation journal rolled up in my pocket.
I got seven sharp new pencils.
But I know some still mock’em.
I don’t use a pen for fear that I’ll lose it.
I’m a caffeine charged frazzled poet.
And I do it all for you.
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I got a Led Zeppelin record and I know you want to hear it.
A 3D diorama, I spend my time in it.
I got a writer’s block vacation journal rolled up in my pocket.
I thought I had some good ideas.
But I gave’em all to you
I gave’em all to you…
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Oh no it’s Saturday!
My vacation’s nearly done.
I mostly sat around.
But I had a little fun.
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Bird sat a parrot,
a story previously told.
Also saw my Ena,
who’s nearly two years old.
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We got a lot of rain.
So I didn’t cut the grass.
I didn’t trim the bushes,
I gave myself a pass.
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I didn’t do much writing,
but forced a little bit.
I called it all a journal,
thought surely not a hit.
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Back to work on monday.
I really can’t complain.
If I had more time,
I’d probably go insane.
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I went to an umbrella factory.
I’m glad it didn’t pour.
They don’t make umbrellas there,
at least not anymore.
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There were a few gift shops,
some chickens and an emu.
The restaurant was closed,
there wasn’t much left to do.
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But I saw my little Ena.
We had a really nice time.
We said our long goodbyes.
Then home to write today’s rhyme.
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