Pep talk

You’ve not been turning out much lately

His muse suggested

Grumpily, he agreed after a stretch and yawn

One word of advice I’ll offer she said

You just have to get back on the horse

Think up, up, up

I want an easy life

I know you like the back of my hand

Think about this book you’ve planned

He raises the magic pen

Over the soft vellum page

As drops of ink spilled, boredom disappeared

He continued writing, there is a reason

To rise each morning, keep things moving

Lost in poetic language his poem was composed.

(c)Poetry from The ManShed

26/08/19