I'm having trouble this morning. A new poem just won't come.

I sit and stare at the blank screen, doing nothing but twiddling my thumbs.

What could be causing this writer's block? Am I having a bad day?

Or could it be that Spring Break is just four days away?

Wait a minute! It's four days for me, but only three for you!

If I have to be here on Friday, then I think students should, too.

The more I think, the madder I get! Oh, the injustice! It's not right.

And just like that, my block is gone and I begin to write:

First thing, you have Morning Work , and many projects due.

I have made up lots of work for each and every one of you!

There's a test in every subject. I'm going to really make you pay.

I think that I will load you down to make up for that extra day.

Extra day off! That makes me mad! But, I guess it's a good thing.

Because I just finished this poem, and I heard the class bell ring.

What unlocked this writer's block? Apparently anger is the key.

Which, I guess, is lucky, because you certainly bring THAT out in me!