Sometimes dragging the right word from your brain, hauling it to your tongue and finally tipping it out is tricky… It must be my age.
Pardon me for being vague
I need a word, it’s been delayed
Perhaps it’s lost or just confused,
Halted by a snip of news?
Patience please I’ll shortly puncture
Silence at this awkward juncture.
I’ll summon up by force of will
The dratted word I need to fill
That blatantly rebellious gap
From where my train of thought’s been zapped.
Hooray – my lips have got a start
On where I’ve stalled, at least in part,
And as they form a tiny pout
I think a morpheme’s coming out.
Wordage teeters on the brink,
Pertinent, profound, succinct…
”Excuse me please is this seat taken”
Noooo…my word’s forsaken!
Damn and blast you cuckoo query
invading what I had so nearly.
A gem of words was bursting forth
And now it’s gone for good of course.
Full stopped abruptly thoughts are hung,
But wait – there’s something on my tongue
My all-time king of subject matter
filling gaps in any natter.
It may be dull and not that clever,
Shame today about the weather.