When the plot bunnies go away,
And your mind has nothing to say,
Putting pen to paper is a struggle,
Can't even write a thing about a muggle.
The backspace button is over used,
Almost could be called abused,
It's really making you pissed,
The table meets your fist.
Almost ready to give in,
Writing not going for the win,
All this yelling at yourself,
Putting your PC back on the shelf.
It's not at all fun,
Wishing for the bunnies to run,
Your headache needs nursing.
And finally inspiration has hit,
And back you go to sit,
Fingers whizzing away,
The plot is here to stay.