Here's a poem I wrote for a competition when I hadn't got a clue what to write. It didn't win, can't think why?
Write it down.
Write something down every day,
I’ve read in all the books.
To succeed as a writer,
Is harder than it looks.
From when I was seven,
In Enid Blyton heaven.
I’d made up my mind,
To write books of that kind.
Rupert Bear lived his life in rhyme,
Speaking poetry all the time.
It looks easy, so here we go,
I don’t know what to put though.
If I wrote as much as I read
About writing, I would have written
Ten novels by now.
Keep writing things down,
Even if they doesn’t make sense,
Just put words onto the page,
Grow up and act your age.
But I still like those fairy stories of long ago.
That began with ‘Once upon a time’.
Hopefully they’ll make a comeback,
Like pink nougat and ginger wine.
I’ll enter a poetry competition,
And read up on the judge.
Maybe she’s a lot like me,
And loves vanilla fudge.
Or perhaps she’ll have gone to sleep,
Reading heaps of bleep bleep bleep.
She must get paid lots of money,
Or like pooh bear, preferring honey.
Or the judge may be a man,
Reading poems, fast as he can.
At the end of the slush and gub,
Grabs his coat, then off to the pub.
This writing game is wonderful,
It clears my mind completely.
I only hope to completely, complete
My novel one day.
But for now, I enclose this.