Today I feel dry,
I don’t know why.
Thoughts I do not get
to write about a pet.
One that is kind
doesn’t come to mind.
One that is mean
is not where I’ll lean.
So what do I write
this is my plight.
Maybe it’s because of chatter.
The chatter sure does scatter
the concentration.
There is no preservation
of peace and quiet
chatting is a constant diet.
So my thoughts are blocked,
for quiet has been socked