WRITING ORIGINAL

Writing Original

by ©Voo  (yeah, right!)

Summertime

and the living is easy....

No, wait!

That's  been done!

What am I thinking?

To be ! or not to be !

That is the.....

??????

What the hell??

Sorry, Will, old boy

Don't roll over in your grave

(I mean't no harm.)

She walks in beauty

Like the night....

Damn!

Damn!

Damn!

This is not going well.

Start again, shall we?

Ready, set, type!

Ahem!

Whenas in silks

My Julia goes......

OMG!

She walks in beauty like the night

Of cloudless climes and......

Heaven, help me!!!

Come live with me and be my love!

And we will all the pleasures prove

O, for the love of........!

When, in disgrace

With fortune and men's eyes

Let me not to the marriage of true minds

Admit impediments.....

(Yeah, yeah, that sounds good!)

What!!!!?????

What do you mean?????!!!!!!

Oh.

What about this, then?

Tiger, tiger, burning bright

In the forests of the night

Surely..... not!!!

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan

A stately....... 

Ancient!?   How ancient !!???

Old MacDonald had a farm

E I E I O!!!!!!

Whose woods these are I think I know

No?

Frost, you say?

As in David?

Robert?

Mother Who????

Blast it all!!!!!

Alright, one more time

One last, last time......

ONE FINAL, INSPIRED TIME.....

What if a much of a which of a wind

gives the truth to a summer's lie

There!

Good heaven's, man!!!!!!

Are there no bubbles left to be unburst????

This can only mean one thing!!!!!!

All the good stuff.........

Has already been written!!!!!!!

Curses!!!!

Yesterday......

All my troubles seemed

So far away

Now it looks as though.......

?   ???????????  The What???

Forget it!

I give up!

Here, take my pen, my paper,

My typewriter, my keyboard, my Blackberry

The dust on the window

The sand on the shore.........

I shall write

No

More.

Again.

Forever.

oh, wait!

A masterpiece

Just formed in my head.....

Oh, joy! Oh, rapture!

Wait for it.....

Wait.....

Ahhh!

And the word erupted sculpted and transfused

Confused in it's infancy of ink.......

What?!   Oh, give me a break!!!

You mean a Machine wrote this?!

A Word Machine??!

Well, that's it, then........

SIGH

*** last lines written by my buddy Jimmy, the Word Machinist. Lines so good I had to steal them.****

and

thanks to Shakespeare,

Herrick,

e.e. cummings,

Frost,

Paul McCartney 

and 

all 

the 

other

great

classic

poets

whose

works

I 

shamelessly

borrowed

here.............

SIGH