Creative juices not quite flowing yet? Don't worry, it's the same here. Just to show I haven't been entirely idle, here's a parody I wrote for another purpose entirely but which you might enjoy.
Had I my aunt's embroidered clothes,
Enwrought with golden and silver thread,
The blue and the glitter and the dark cloths
Of night-clubs and disco-lights and the half-light,
I would wear the clothes on our street!
But I, being poor, have only my denims;
I have spread my denims under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my jeans.