My Muse
My muse went off drinking…
Left me home alone.
Got to fend for my own.
On this silly poem.
She left me flat on my caboose.
With not so much as even a clue,
About what to do!
Flew out my window,
Said she needed to contemplate.
Her first date.
The muse men aren’t all that great either you see.
So this date she’ll probably flee.
And soon she’ll be standing over me.
Staring at my screen.
Giving me direction and light,
And hopefully some sight.
On what to write.
Cause I really suck tonight!
Must apologize to my friends at starlight,
If this poem is a fright.
My muse left me without inspiration.
And I’m reaching for a bottle of Jose without hesitation.
Then maybe my muse will come back from her mini vacation.
When she sees that it’s her I’m replacing,
With my intoxication.
Then the jury I will be facing.
She will be saying, ‘What in tarnation?’
As she reads my newest creation.
By: misunderstood1 and amara13
September 5, 2008
By Amara13
© 2008 Amara13
(All rights reserved)
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