I dream of writing,

A book people love,

A book people admire,

Not one that they shove.

 

It will be an original,

Nothing like it before,

New York will be calling,

Or the West Coast for sure,

 

I know that I am ready,

So here is the first word, Murder,

Not sure what the second will be,

I will have to explore further,

 

You see I am a want to be,

I strive to be like the best,

I have several stories,

Time to put a novel to test.

 

Oh if only I were like you know who,

Or a certain so and so,

I would be writing all the time,

But I hurt my elbow,

 

The faucet is dripping,

And the dog needs outside,

Car repairs are mounting,

Why don’t I just curl up and die?

 

To many distractions,

Facebook and all,

If I were a loner,

Is that Baseball?

 

I make up excuses,

For not writing, you see,

But after all no ones to blame,

Except little ole’ me.