A Vacation
My muse went on vacation, to the tropics it did go.
I wish I could go with it, but my boss told me no.
I’m afraid it won’t come back; I wouldn’t if I were it.
And my writings are getting pretty sketchy…
I need help you know, real quick!
So to solve the problem I sent the trolls, from the basement they did go.
My basements kind of empty now, with only dust left on the floor.
And my Hubby’s kind of mad that I sent his friends to travel on…
It seems the trolls were HIS muses, for all the topics so dead-on.
Now instead of things getting better, my Hubby’s not talking, at all, to me.
If they don’t come back soon, I know there’ll be heck to pay, you see.
I think that with boredom setting in… maybe my Hubby’s about to explode.
What I thought would help… just might have been: a boo boo, you know.
But low and behold, I got a post card and my muse will SOON be coming home.
He has stories out the ying yang… like how the trolls invaded the last luau.
Everyone mistook them for local demons and scattered everywhere, some how.
And one is engaged to a volcano demon and can’t wait to bring her home, now.
He thinks the Missouri flatlands could use a tourist boost, with more allure.
And a steaming Mt. St. Missouri would be just the thing, for sure.
Thank you God!!! They’re coming home… is all that I can say!!!
Unfortunately my neighbors might not see it, clearly, the same way.
Though I am a LITTLE worried, that as the volcano demon settles in…
They might just take it upon themselves: to run me out of town!!! Again!!!
Though I might not blame them, just a little bit…
Still, I can’t wait to get back to work… I truly must admit!!!
CSEastman
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