Come On She Urged Fun Is What You Need

Let’s rhyme today Trixie said. She thumped me soundly on my head. Tweet Tweet Tweet Twee. Bleat Bleat Bleat Blee. Let’s dance around the poetry tree! I was not in a mood to think or see What my muse clearly had in mind for me. I am dour and damp and dark and dreary. She was putting my mood into a fury. Let’s not today; it would be a pain. My day is full of gloom and rain. Trixie would not hear of this for sure. She jumped on my shoulders and gave a purr. Come on! She urged. Fun is what you need. She danced the dance of Johnny Appleseed. Rhyming. Ugh! How boring I said. I was lying like concrete, about half dead. I am not in the mood. Leave me alone. But of course, she wrote up this damned poem.