Writer's Block

I thought to write some lines of verse,
But blank page glared and I did curse.
My mind went blank, my ears did steam,
I couldn't even choose a theme!

And so I took a walk outside,
Through woods for inspiration stride...
But mind would just not cerebrate,
A situation that I hate -

But have grown quite accustomed to,
As my brains often turn to goo.
And so it seems I'll leave the page
As white as snow and sit in rage.