Bard and bird in a scrap,
Fighting for rhymes, it just isn’t right
“May I use your song?” said the bard in a devious tone.
“Your rhymes are not as good as mine, eh,” said the bird. “But I’ve got copyright.”
“Your rhymes for scrap paper, I need them so.”
“No, you don’t, I’ll sing alone.”
The bard and bird, forlorn
Nothing at all before the dawn
“Will you write”, said the bird.
The bard replied, “Not at all, even if I tried.”
“How about you try,” said the bird.
“And you set out the food for the bird.”
Bard forlorn, no poems to write at all
writers block before the dawn
Talking Writing 