My Brain Won’t Work

7 Mar

Now that I have a chance to show the discerning Stockport public what a brilliant poet I am, I can’t get anything on paper. On Wednesday I’m going to be reading out the following epic poem:


Ican’tthinkofanythinIcan’tthinkofanything

Ican’tthinkofanuything(spellingmistake,great!That’llimpressthem)

Ican’tthinkofanythingIcan’tthinkofanything

Helphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelphelp

Ireallycan’tthinkofanything


2 Responses to “My Brain Won’t Work”

  1. Jim Palmer March 7, 2010 at 23:11 #

    Ahhh, sorry to nitpick but wasn’t there a missing ‘help’ in line four?

    I’ll get me coat!!

    Like

    • tillybud March 7, 2010 at 23:17 #

      Aaaaghhhh! Grab mine while you’re at it!

      Like

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