PUN-A-SONIC

Pressurising...Pressure rising
Plagiarising...Pleasure rising
Carbonising...Carbon icing
Phantacising...Fanta sizing?!

That would be too far.

Obsession with puns.
My literary guns are
too small to matter,
no matter how much
they matter to me.

Now, then, what's the matter?

My brain is drained.
Brain-drain - here we go again...
There is no more inspiration
and more perspiration
won't make up for its absence.

Won't keep trying.

Rats have eaten my brain
out of my shattered skull.
They have had a ...piece of my mind
and peace of mind they will now have.

Catch them if you can.

Owls with catch those rats,
eat them and become
wiser than the pun-a-sonic
author of the puns.

But, what about me?

Brainless I am left
writing rubbish like this
to pass the time
until The Time comes...

And it won't be a day too soon.