"I have a writer's block," he said.
"I fear that I am stuck.
I really cannot live like this.
Oh me! Oh my! Oh fuck!"
He carried on like this a while;
his friends, they fell asleep,
and when they woke he carried on.
He really was a creep.
One day, as he was droning on,
his friends had had enough.
They screamed in pain: "Good thing you're stuck;
we never liked your stuff!"