Saltonstall Productivity Ballad

Loosely after Keats's "La Belle Dame Sans Merci: A Ballad"

O what can ail you, writer there,
so well-rested yet so woebegone?
Three weeks have passed with all your care.
You’ve had your chance to sing your song.

O what can ail you, writer for the ages,
most well-fed and pampered fellow?
Did you write three hundred pages
self-satisfied and mellow?

No, though I had my chance to write
and labored at my desk for days.
And so…