I’ve sat here now for three days straight

Well partially true at any rate

I’ve cruised the net and read old books

Done chores and such in various nooks

I’m out of work and out of luck

My sense of challenge is really stuck

If this pissant rain doesn’t stop today

I may not survive till tomorrow's day

Oh hell… just stop… of course I will

I’ll just sit down and take my quill

Scribe some lines with fanciful

Deeds of The Lafayette Escadrille 

Flourishing them with rhyming style

Writing stuff's always worthwhile

Instead of whining and in denial 

I’ll face the ennui and nature’s wile

Overcome them both with a smile

Got back my groove lost erewhile