Bad poetry

No inspiration this morning,
I’ve used up all quota,
No ideas in me noggin,
It’s as empty as a zoga!

What a zoga is,
I haven’t got a clue,
It rhymed with all the rest,
So it will have to do.

Inspiration has gone you see,
It’s buggered off this morning,
Me brain is like a dried up sponge,
Shriveled up or something.

Before it kills you,
This mishmash rhyme,
I stop writing it right now,
And come back another time.

Moral
Never attempt poetTy, even bad poetry when half asleep.

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