Writer's Block

I always have writer's block,
All my thoughts buried under a rock.
Ideas and inspirations may come easy,
But only some are smart and others cheesy.

Now I know why writers cry,
When they can't think of how or why,
Their stories or poems come to a halt,
Together we feel the big creative drop.

I go to school and roam the halls,
Slip into class, and dream of spaghetti and meatballs.
I know my lecturer will always be there,
Inspiring me with thoughts to share.

The clock is ticking, the dateline's near,
The paper's still blank, there's more to fear.
I tried to write a story but to no avail,
I think I might start to wail.

Alas! Here I am,
Eating bread with cheese and ham.
My story is still stagnant,
That's why this poem is the replacement.