I am staring at a blinking line 

Wondering what to write 

Awaiting for the words to be defined 

Should my word excite or delight? 

Should the depress or blurred with rhymes? 

Maybe if I think hard enough and bang my head repeatedly and idea will magically apear

Of fantasies of far off lands 

Of dragons, fairies and trolls and bravely fighting princesses 

or of the real world, of my dog named Obi Wan 

I would start with a simple sentence. 

My dog is named Obi Wan Kenobi 

And I would google all things that rhyme with Kenobi and turns out there is nothing in existance 

Like the word orange 

Well back to my poem 

My dog named Obi 

He is half dalmation but small as jack terrier 

He is a stray who has no birthday 

But is an old man near the age of ten 

He barks at all the dogs and even the mailmen 

To prove he is a mean top dog 

Even though he is a lap dog 

That will crawl in your lap any change he gets 

He is the best best with his many assets 

His big brown eyes  which grow bigger with his deep sighs 

For I guess being an old dog is hard 

I love my obi even when I stepped in his poop in the backyard. 

Now this poem is done 

A tale has been spun 

And now the blinky line can stop 

Now the blinky line will stop this nonstop blinking