Classic Poem

When I begin, at an early hour,
To try to assemble The Conning Tower,
I always have a terrible time
To get a start with an opening rhyme.

I read the papers and I stare at the wall,
And I look out the window, and otherwise stall,
And I write a line with my fountain pen,
And remember that I wrote it back in Nineteen Ten.

Then I cross it out, and I take my gloom
And go for a visit to the City Room.
I come back to my desk and try to write
Enough to fill a column by eleven at night.

Now, regarding the observances of Old John Blake,
I have the following statement to make:
I find it pretty hard to get the stuff begun
When my real and only interest is in getting it done.

When I begin, at an early hour,
To try to assemble The Conning Tower,
I always have a terrible time
To get a start with an opening rhyme.

I read the papers and I stare at the wall,
And I look out the window, and otherwise stall,
And I write a line with my fountain pen,
And remember that I wrote it back in Nineteen Ten.

Then I cross it out, and I take my gloom
And go for a visit to the City Room.
I come back to my desk and try to write
Enough to fill a column by eleven at night.

Now, regarding the observances of Old John Blake,
I have the following statement to make:
I find it pretty hard to get the stuff begun
When my real and only interest is in getting it done.