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At a Museless Wake

My muse is on fire, she burns at the stake guilty of poetasting, and glaring mistakes Inferior rhymes with old Monoku outtakes blaze all around her, as embers are raked Badly blistered syllables, spark and flake Whilst lacklustre stories, continually bake A bard fans the flames, but he too’s a fake for mincing his own words, with juicy steak Making ado about nothing, soliloquy spake Glory to the Efilist god, ha! give me a break A dedication of respect for rendering down a bard # # # However unpalatable and repugnant the suet tastes # # # From March madness to April fool’s digesting copious amounts of insipid tofu # # # Only to wipe it off in an all encompassing persistent vegetative state By David Kavanagh IV

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Mark Koplin

Date: 3/31/2023 4:53:00 PM

A little threat of the stake got her going, awesome ink David!! Love it, maybe that could help some others lol

David Kavanagh
Date: 4/1/2023 12:59:00 AM

Thanks Mark, I gave her an ultimatum cut down on her fried steak, or burn at the stake, she chose the latter lol, but in all seriousness, this one is a reminder to the bardy thingamajig in question, he will not be allowed ride roughshod over the soup with impunity, I’m finished basting him for now, but more will follow at a time of my choosing not his, cheers David

Tom Cunningham

Date: 3/31/2023 12:53:00 PM

You've proved one thing David you don't need her, your pen is aflame. Love the dig at you know who, who writes much ado about nothing lol. Tom

David Kavanagh
Date: 3/31/2023 1:56:00 PM

Thanks so much Tom, some fiery innuendo there lol, the only thing he has any spark for is aggrandising himself, yet cannot face the comments box, he’s welcome to join in the craic here anytime, cheers David

Jenna Logan

Date: 3/31/2023 12:42:00 PM

Please stop! Don't burn your muse. She's just gone mad from the muse of the one who gives all muses a bad name. Of wands and wizards... don't forget the chicken gizzards. Seems to me the one without the brain was not the Scarecrow, but the wicked warlock of PS. The one who dedicates his poetry to respect, yet has no clue how to respect anything or anyone. I'm pulling your muse from the stake. She just needs a breath of fresh air and like Joan of Arc, she'll pick up the fight!

David Kavanagh
Date: 3/31/2023 1:59:00 PM

Yes indeed always give respect where respect is due, what a gal!

Jenna Logan
Date: 3/31/2023 1:44:00 PM

I've walked past her gold statue many times. She deserves a bow taken before her.

David Kavanagh
Date: 3/31/2023 1:41:00 PM

Ha! I’ve immolated my muse on many occasions Jenna, she has great regenerating powers, and is very forgiving, yeah chicken gizzards can be tough to swallow, I usually throw them to my dog when he won’t eat his Quornflakes, our bard has lots of respect but prefers to put a little dis- in front of it, the Maid of Orleans is indeed an inspirational figure for all fighters, cheers David

Sam Kauffman

Date: 3/31/2023 12:34:00 PM

Wonderfully spoken David! Monorhyme is difficult! Great images effectively carried through each line creating a solid theme! Enjoyed your creativity! Cheers!

David Kavanagh
Date: 3/31/2023 1:20:00 PM

Heya Sam, thank you so much for stopping by, I was indeed on a roll of monorhyme, the wannabe bard isn’t a big fan of this form lol, so it made perfect sense to keep going, Cheers right back at you, David