Writers Block

I have a case of writers block,
I just don't know what to do,
I do not have any ideas,
None to share with you.
My mind is completely empty,
My thoughts have called a blank.
And I know exactly who is responsible,
I know who I have to thank.
Yes I will tell you why I'm like this,
There is a reason I am this way,
It has to do with what happened to me ,
Just the other day.
I was minding my own bussiness,
Christmas shopping at the mall,
When suddenly there was a blinding flash,
Then roughly, I had a fall.
Then I knew no more,
As the world went completly black,
When I awoke, I did not know where I was,
And I was laying on my back. 
I was strapped to a metal bed,
And staring down at me,
Were the funniest looking little green men
That I ever did see.
I thought It was just in stories,
But, wow, wouldn't you know,
Just like people on movies and tv,
I had been taken by a UFO!
The told me not to be frightened,
That they would set me free,
But first there was something they needed,
That they had to take from me.
You see their world lacked good writers,
And they all loved so much to read,
So they really were becoming desparate,
They really had a need.
When it came to talented writers,
They knew earth really had a lot,
So they had came up with a devious plan,
Came up with a evil plot.
 They decided to take one of earth's great writers,
And suck the talent right out their brain,
They told me it take just a second,
And that I would feel no pain.
"Was I their first choice"? you ask.
"No! please don't be absurb."
When it came to that I wasn't first or second,
They told me I was third.
J.K.  rowling was to well protected,
J.R.R. Tolkien was already dead.
So with so little time to decided,
They went with me instead.
Then suddenly I felt very groggy,
Then I knew no more,
When I awoke I was in my own bed,
My head was very sore.
At first I thought it was just a dream,
Then I let out a sigh of relief,
But that relief did not last,
In fact it was very brief.
For when I grabbed my favorite pen,
And tried to write a poem for all of you,
Nothing came out but a bunch of jibberish,
So I knew it must be true.
Because of my misfortune,
I must tell Neopoet a sad goodbye,
I must go quickly, because I can not stand,
To see grown folks ,like all of you cry,
So with nothing left to write here,
I'm afraid I have to go,
Will I be back? I cannot answer,
Because I just don't know.
Perhaphs one day,
They will give back my talent,
And Greeneyes will rise again,
But until that day I must retire,
I must put down my pen.
GOODBYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ha ha just kidding!