Fan Fiction ❯ The Inspiration Bug ❯ Beware the bite . . . ( One-Shot )

Warnings:

This is a poem full of silliness, fluff, lacking humor, and an attempt at rhyming about a scary li'l bug that I wrote a while back. o.O

Disclaimer:

This poem is my intellectual property (hence the copyright symbol) and it will remain my property for-e-ver! *lol* It's a tribute to one of my favorite poetry writers and artists of all time . . . Shel Silverstein. My childhood would not have been complete without his quirky, refreshing, and somewhat twisted view of the world looking down over the end of the sidewalk.

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The Inspiration Bug ©

- A poem for those ever afflicted with "The Block"

By Duo no Tsuin

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The inspiration bug is tiny and small,
So few have ever seen it at all.
But once did I catch a glimpse
Of a bug that surely limps.
So sit down for a whimsical tale-
You'd miss it if you were a snail-
Of the wee unseen muse
Whose victims he himself does choose.

It slinks and it shrinks
With no bumps or creaks.
It slithers and crawls
And never falls.
But yet it does stutter
Through all the clutter
Of the brain that lies
In the head of a writer who tries.

The bug is not graceful-
But it sure is an eyeful-
As it sits in sockets
And sometimes in your pockets
To deliver a show,
To make your talent grow,
Or simply even to glow
When you put on your own private show.

But the bug comes and goes
To and fro to make many shows.
It may stop for a long time during a day
Or stop but for a moment as it goes on it's way.
No one knows when the bug will hit.
It comes as you calmly do sit,
Whether with no thoughts or a myriad,
When it enters your head just do be glad.

The bug is choosey,
For it would get woozy
If it entered every head
That ever felt writer's block in their dread.
The inspiration bug's purpose is to do just that,
Climb into your head, and tell the block to skat.
For if the block ran rampant in your head,
You soon would believe that you were dead.

Without the bug no one would write-
Let alone paint, sing, dance, or do anything right.
The world would be full and cluttered
With zombies that stared and stuttered
With no reason to smile
Or even laugh for a while.
Nothing would ever happen that was fun.
Definitely not a place to raise a good child, hon.

So now you must see need for the bug,
And when you feel it with you it's giving you a hug.
So hug the bug back,
For it does feel lack
Of acknowledgment for all it's work.
But still it won't quit for it's a cute little quirk.
Now I must leave you alone to ponder,
For the bug sees me writing now . . .
. . . and it's starting to wonder.

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*chuckles * See what happens when you haven't had anything good to write about for awhile. ^_^ As always . . . As always, send all comments, questions, and suggestions to duonotsuin@yahoo.com

. . . or just leave me a review telling me how insane I am. ^_~