A grin without a cat, I guess,
Is what put me in this awful mess.
I confess, I must attest,
I’m in a state of much distress.

And now I’m at a writer’s block with this one. Sorry. But, there’s a little taste of a poem I tried to write today. I love the Cheshire Cat. He’s awesome. I’m going to make this writer’s black go away if it’s the last thing I do. I hate this. I’m not me without words. I’ve always said it. If I can’t say things that I mean, then I can’t possibly be me.