I'm pretty dumb but my muse is much brighter
It seems that the strangest of things can excite her
If she gets dusty I give her a shaking
But it was just flour from where she's been baking.
When she is sad she's a dour alcoholic
She slumps in a corner and wines for her tonic
When she is happy she's contagious like giggles
She flounces around with her hair in cute pig tails.
She rarely gets caught as she steels through my senses
And fashions her fancies with
their consequences.
I'm glad she feels safe but I wish she'd stay put
I could sure use her help with this 'stupid' I've got.
I like the sustitution of wines instead of whines... I presume this was intentional Stevie? Good poem.
Your Muse does you proud Stevie - good to know what other people's Muses get up to! !
You do very well, I love reading your work, your muse must be shining very brightly, , Very few people (if any) can take on board all that goes on in this world, good, bad, (some very bad) , and indifferent.
the Muse expresses your tact in art.she would help all of us.wonderful written~nb
your Muse expresses your tact in art.i completely grab it.nice written~nb
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this for me was interesting poem wasn't 100% sure what it was bout till read your notes, a good write