Sitting here on my desk
Staring at my blank paper
I don’t know what to do
I guess am never going to be done
With this paper am have to write.

I guess I could make it proud
I guess I could make it loud
I guess I could make it sound
I guess I could make it rhyme
I guess am better as a mime.

I don’t know what I am writing
I am just writing random stuff
I should give a call to da Vinci
Oh wait, he only paint stuff
Who should I invoke to help me out?

I should give a call to LeBron James
He really has some great aims
We can make a poem about basketball
Oh wait, I don’t know basketball
I prefer a hundred times a soccer ball
I should give a call to Cristiano Ronaldo
Never mind, he only knows to plays with soccer balls

Oh God, who should I cry for help?
Oh God please don’t leave me with out help
Oh God sending me a writer will really help
Oh God transmit me a poem, it will certainly help
Oh God who should I invoke for help?

I should invoke Anne Bradstreet 
I should invoke Emily Dickinson
They will know what to do
They both write magnificent stuff
I could shared them my coco puffs

I just want my poem to be done
I just want it to be a great one
Oh God this poem had end
Oh God finally my immense misery has end.