Crashing Through Writer's Block

Come on, Mister Creative, sit down and write
Make the world chuckle and don't take all night
Do it in prose, do it in rhyme
Do it in doo-doo; just do it in time!

The good news is, it won't have to make sense
You're long past the time when you tore down that fence
Create a laugh, a snicker, a groan

Tell of a prank to perform on the phone

No need to inspire much wonder or awe

Just pass on the tale of your latest faux pas

Or make something up from when you were a youth

It's okay to lie; this is Almost the Truth