We are not amused for M lady Cece

poem

 

 

 

We are not amused.

 

I cannot sleep the whole night through.

 My muse will not allow me to

 when she commands I must obey.

I wish she’d take a holiday.

 

She thinks that sleeping is a crime

she does not sleep so why should I.

 A complete and utter waste of time.

Which I could better occupy.

 

By sitting at my desk to write

instead of lazing in my bed.

I think she thinks she has the right.

 She just ignores all I have said.

 

Some folks complain of writers block

whilst I have writers Diarrhoea

My muse would hide beneath a rock

 if she could not supply ideas.

 

Which I must translate into verse

to demonstrate her eloquence

She views my fatigue as perverse;

of very little consequence.

 

An active muse can be a curse

I sometimes wish she’d stay away

To have no muse would be much worse

I just give in do it her way.

 

5-Jun-08

 

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Reviews

[Kenji]

I love this. I feel this. Good write.