Of What, Will I, the Poet Write?

Of what, will I, the poet write
As a poet myself I call,
When trying to write these humble verses
I can think of nothing at all.

The paper of words it is empty
For all of the tings and rhymes that I know
I cannot tonight fashion into verse
A poem on the paper to show.

And so maybe its better not to write
My mind is blank and I dont know why
For sometime when I am too busy to write
The rhymes and verses to my mind will fly...