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Bad Muse

My minx of a muse I swear she just uses me For her own entertainment... She gallumphs in my mind Red leather clad, little horns And more than one twinkle in her eye.. She whispers suggestions of what I should write 'I can't say that! ' I argue back 'why ever not? ' is her reply I've watched her horns grow Nurtured by her knowledge of my rebellious nature 'just go with our flow' is her persistent Whisper She reclines on the right hand side of my mind Dutifully tickling the left with her tail end Whilst we descend into the realms Of naughty, grinning souls, I can't help it Just as.. She certainly can't help it After all, birds of a feather Always end up friends...

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012

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Date: 5/29/2012 11:16:00 AM
Ha ha...I feel like saying "Bad muse! Bad muse!" ha ha... i like the whole presenting image.. ha gallops away with me with a taunt ... taunting me.. saying...""what is she talking about!! this poem rocks!"" YUp, you too belong together.. i'd hate to see you without your bad muse... . always~~PD
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Karen Deeks
Date: 5/29/2012 11:23:00 AM
Thanks so much destroyer poet... im just testing the waters lol i have one in the wings but caused me lots of grief by one short sighted soul on another sight...thanks glad you liked it .. i shall review some more of yours later when i get back in... cheers for a fun review.. karen :)