Poem-The sun is shining, my muse took a hike.
My muse is not a happy camper today, the sun is shining.
My muse pal let me down again
I was writing sweet poetry
When that vixen stole my pen
Instead of writing flowery accolades about Kevin's, ' Flowers for a dead lover ' she wrote his lover was a club hoppin' tramp
I swear she completely took over
My wicked muse, the vamp
I was hopefully beginning to see the bright rays of colorful light
I didn't even attempt to fight
I just let her poison venom flow
As she completely stole the show
Why must i have a muse who hides in dark, drab places?
Why can't she see the beauty
In radiant faces
Like the true poets who reside in Hubville?
Why must she live and breathe
Behind the darkened window sill?
She appears to hate the sunlight, only comes out when it rains
She is fully aware that dampness
Causes me multiple body pains
So please accept my apology for letting my muse take complete control
The sun is finally shining
And i'm happy to report, she's a no show.