• in a little house with windows scarce,
    on a dark and dismal day,
    a girl sat in a desk chair with a loss of what to say.
    and so she wrote a poem, of why the words wouldn't flow,
    and so she then decided,
    to name the poem so.
    so because it was the only word that she could write.
    for some untold reason, it was the word that seemed most right.
    and when the clouds all cleared,
    no more a dark and dismal day,
    the girl sat in the desk chair now with something more to say.