And I Couldn’t Give A Twinkle

There are times when the inspiration just comes, and others when there is none. You pick up your pen and it is a great struggle to write. You try to force it out, but it doesn’t do any good. You throw your hands in the air; scream why is this happening to me? Your brain answers back, you fool can’t you see. I want a day off like everyone else. Lately you have been taxing me a bit, and I couldn’t give a twinkle what you want to do. Go away leave me for a while. I may come back later and give your face a smile.