My Muse (Limerick) Poem by Dorian Petersen Potter

My Muse (Limerick)



Thinking and thinking what to write.
My Muse not amused all day and night.
No more time wasting, chats.
Head hurts, bad thoughts spill splats.
Musings not bright they give a fright.

Friday, July 19, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: muse,limerick
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