National Poetry day

(That damned Blouseybrown)

On Poetry day, I have an assignment
to write a few lines
about stars, of all subjects!

Don't know what to write
I am dry as a prune
not even free rhymes, not even a tune

(That damned Blouseybrown)

On poetry day, she's full of excitement
dressed up to the nines
P.G is her project

I know this is trite
don't burst my balloon
I am all out of words, playing the baffoon

(That damned Blouseybrown...)

So why the sun? Well, it's a star(t), isn't it?

and I am between a rock and a hard place....