While delivering an eloquent discussion
I draw a blank except for cussin'
A word was there on the tip of my tongue
But like lightning strikes, I'm struck dumb.

My well of words has gone dry
As yet another phrase has passed me by.
Vocabulary broader yet oratory thin
With my well of words locked within.

Curse, swear, gripe and quibble,
Now tongue flapping talks unintelligible dribble
Committing many a verbal sin
While mentally searching for synonyms.

A mental block is what I've got,
A mental block whether I like it or not.
As brain betrays in quiet defiance,
My mouth agape, emits sounds of silence.

A word be there but now despair
Left gawking and gasping air.
With age more knowledge I acquire
But less access to it my brain conspires.

Nigel L. Spark
25/10/2001

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