Caren Krutsinger Poet Monorhyme

I Try To Warn the Other Muses

My imagination gloats in the sun
My muses come forth, I have more than one.
Trixie, their director, lands on her bun.
Other muses titter, thinking it is fun.

They do not know the routine of this almost Hun.
I try to warn them, but their laughing is not done.
When Trixie gets up I yell to them “BETTER RUN!”
They get it and scatter running out toward the sun.

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M. L. Kiser March 30, 2020 at 6:31 PM I can see Trixie lying on her buns and the other muses laughing. This is very colorful, fun and entertaining. Enjoyed. Caren Krutsinger March 30, 2020 at 8:23 PM Thank you. Trixie is enjoying this.

Gershon Wolf March 30, 2020 at 12:26 PM Can just picture those other Muses scattering, as they had better!! :) Gershon Caren Krutsinger March 30, 2020 at 8:24 PM Trixie is a force to be reackoned with.