I really do regret to say
That there is no new post today
A precise cause I cannot state
Though one can always speculate

Most like the weekend a role plays
I was away about three days
Returning home late Sunday night
To a world near devoid of light

And inspiration sometimes lacks
For us poor literary hacks
In vain we struggle, all for naught
To come up with one useful thought

I rose early on Easter morn
(A fact of which none did me warn)
A practice known to cause heads pain
And oft disorganize the brain

I could go on, let tongue wag loose
But really there is no excuse
No post today (it’s not just late)
And all one can do now is wait