A day of revision and a brief flash of creative impulse.

Well, today I principally revised, went to the library to get a book out of temporary reserve, found that the person before me hadn't returned it yet, went downstairs to do some different revision, went back up again, got the book which was eventually returned, found it was rubbish anyway so did some more revision, gave the book back, went back home to do more revision, went to Martin's Pie Shop, did more revision, got bored and wrote a peice of exceedingly bad poetry, and finished off with a bit more revision. The poem went as follows:

Sometimes

Poetry doesn’t come

As easily as all that.

Can’t find the rhymes.

You wait for days.

And days. And days.

And still there’s

Nothing new to say.

OR-if-there-is-

It’s-hard-to-know-

Quite-how-to-make-

It-flow.

At times like those

Its best to leave

It to the pros

And stick to prose.

Paradoxically, shortly after I stuck this on my deviantart account just for the sake of it (www.sherv.deviantart.com if you hadn't realised) somebody gave it a 'favourite'. Which I guess suggests that it actually completely failed in its aim. Ah well.