My blank page

I want to write but my brain seems to lock

I do everything to get it to unlock

But all the perspiration

Don’t translate to inspiration

I think I’ve been struck with the writer’s block


Who did that?

There was once a lady in a concert
Who had a terrible urge to fart
She thought of what to do
Then let some gas thru
Saying”I hope no body heard that’

So it had gone quietly as she had prayed
But she soon noticed the gestures that were made
As the gents that were close
Had their hands bound to their nose
And she said “By the smell I have been betrayed”