My Writing Glass

Resting on the writing table
Waiting for the motion to be tabled
For it's stocked with a lot
For the enjoyment of all

Oh! My writing glass
Why lay so idly?
For there is nothing to the table
For the emptiness of the table must be filled

Ah! how can you?
Oh! my writing glass
Certainly become idle
Time waits for no man

Arise my writing glass
Keep writing out of nothing
Because something comes out of nothing
So keep keeping on writing.

Give out some riddles
Even though they may be a fable
But there must be a sense
Out of what is called nonsense