In some cases or most may I say?
The writer is always stumped!
One must think all day,
For a foundation must he lay?
Or his letters will be defunct!
To start with it and move along,
Involves a bit of force!
With no sense of right or wrong,
One’s content must feel strong,
And eventually take its course!
Time is an illusion we set,
To foretell our own tale,
Finding many a things to do in this time,
Distracted by even the clocks silly chime,
Could end up with a fruit cocktail.