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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This is a terrific write, Ivor. Your muse is certainly an active one and very eloquent as well. I'm afraid that mine is sometimes very lazy. Wanna trade? Best regards Richard
I am amused by your muse... Ideas comes and goes like a spark Once have be it on the rock and make it hard Or else it will just float like dust in the air As always greatly penned... Cate
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If you don't want to loose, your muse, you must pay, your dues! ! Another great read Ivor! ! *10*! ! Friend Thad