Adjectives

Descriptors come so easily

Like cheap wine out of a cardboard cask

And while they may sound quite pretty

At least in my own head

I have to confess that while they flow

They clog my page in ways I dread

And before much time has passed

My story's been driven to quite a bore

And pages of dry prose have amassed

Enough to drive any wrinkly old grandma

Directly into a perfectly restive coma.

Literary sleep aids...

Hey, do you think there's a market for that?