Shirley Hawkins Poet Rhyme

Amusing Mrs C K

I am in awe of Mrs C K
Who writes ten poems every day
That is too big an ask for any poet
Quite a task

A Task indeed, when all I need
At this time, is any rhyme
Amusing or sublime

My mind is blank no think tank
Could be as thoughtless as mine
Ten poems every day
Hip Hip Hooray!
I should like to write one line

Mrs C K writes about her muses
She has more than one
I wish that she could loan me Trixie
So my pen could have some fun

If I ever had a muse
I think he/she must have died
He/she got old and wrinkled
All shrivelled up inside

He/she dried up all my pens
And threw my ideas away
I don't think she died
He/she dwells in Mrs C K

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Richard Lamoureux March 30, 2021 at 6:23 AM And on top of that she’s a talented artist. I see she is pleased with this one. It brought me some joy reading it. It’s so nice to see other people being honoured by a generous poet like yourself. Blessings Rick. Shirley Hawkins March 30, 2021 at 6:12 PM A very talented woman indeed. I am pleased that you enjoyed the read. It's amazing to me there are so many poets on this site that write so prolifically about so many subjects and experiences. I hope you get as much pleasure belonging to PS as I do. Thank You also for your support and encouragement. Take care, Shirley

Jan Allison March 29, 2021 at 2:57 PM what a wonderful tribute an incredibly talented lady i certainly am in awe of her creativity and output of ten top quality poems a day!:-) hugs jan xx Shirley Hawkins March 29, 2021 at 4:06 PM Thank you. I hope you are having a pleasant day and all is as well as can be with you and yours.... Take care... Shirley

Caren Krutsinger March 29, 2021 at 11:31 AM Trixie is dancing around singing, dancing, blowing a kazoo and screaming with delight, thinking this entire poem is is about her, Shirley and only her. She has discounted my input entirely and is on her way to your house to bother you in your sleep tonight, to wake you up at 1, 3 and 5 a.m. with her silly ideas. I am giving you a warning now so you can get a NAP in! She is on her WAY; see what happens when you make her HAPPY? She is spinning with joy now, packing her bag. I feel your pain! Shirley Hawkins March 29, 2021 at 4:47 PM Ha Ha.... I do not sleep well at the best of times. I spend most of my nights trying to resuscitate my muse. Strangely last night I must have had a visit from Trixie at 1, 3 and 5am. as I felt compelled to write something. After much consternation I wrote a poem of sorts. It wasn't to Trixie's liking as it wasn't about her. She yawned widely, and with a flutter of her pretty wings Flew away....

L Milton Hankins March 28, 2021 at 7:56 PM Clever, Shirley, and very nice rhyming. I think one of your Muses came to your rescue. Nice piece. Shirley Hawkins March 29, 2021 at 4:57 PM Thank you, for your kind comments Milton. I had a visit from Trixie last night (Caren sent her to me, I think she wanted her out of the way for a little while to give her other muses a chance ) I would like to write more about her visit but I am exhausted ...