Twas the Blog Before Christmas

Twas the blog before Christmas

And all through my head

Was the deadline approaching

Of which I felt dread. 

All the subjects of note

Had fled from my brain

I stared at my screen

And sorted in vain 

Through ideas dim-witted

And certain to bore

Recycled and re-used

I’d writ it all before. 

Nothing to make you muse

Nor fit to make you laugh

Though I sweated and labored

And rejected many a draft. 

Coming up empty

I strove for distraction

But the blog to be written

Demanded quick action. 

So I sat at my desk

And faced that blank screen

Ready to write a blog

The best ever seen. 

Peering through the muddle

I felt kind of sick

I just couldn’t conceive

Of an idea that would stick. 

Against the desk surface

Pounding my head in vain

My family scattered

Convinced I’d gone insane. 

A topic!  A title!

Attend me now muse!

A subject!  A hint!

Just one little clue! 

Of something to share

Just one little drop

Of sweet inspiration

That won’t be a flop. 

The cursor, it blinked.

The page, how it mocked

There was no use

I was hopelessly blocked. 

I got out of my chair

And traversed the hall

Showed up in the kitchen

Heeding a primal call. 

There at last, the answer

To my mind so stuck

The Fountain of Good Writes

Awaited my cup. 

I approached with joy

Shouting with delight

The drought was over

Coffee would make it right. 

Caffeine imparted thought

I knew what to do

I ran back to my keyboard

And my fingers flew.

The words came easily

All was again fine

Naught beats coffee notions

(Except perhaps wine)

With the answer at last

A blog was achieved

Caffeine-jittery now

But still quite relieved.

 

I wish all my loved ones

Celebrating far and near

A very Merry Christmas

And a Happy New Year.