A short work in bush-poetry form

On New South Wales's sodden coast,
A writer typed and tapped.
She'd had an unproductive day
And all the words were crap.

She tried to think of something good,
Or funny, or profound.
She tried to write of wonders new
To flummox and astound.

But every sentence she assayed
Turned instantly to sludge.
And so she wrote a little poem
To give her brain a nudge.

She sat and waited hopefully,
Her fingers poised to write.
Alas! Her efforts came to nought
And so she said good-night.

For more on bush poetry as a form, see this how-to page by highly respected bush poet Ellis Campbell. You can also find out more at the Central Goldfields Bush Poets site.