Magical Mystical Hypnotic Me
Magical mystical hypnotic me
Tragical tristical erotic whee
Exotic purpuric robotic see?
Magical mystical hypnotic me
Unfortunately I get these Seuss rhymes of blue,
Making up words faster than I have any right to
It is like my muse is on fire with silliness
I have to go along, with her crazy willy-ness
I dance and prance my way through this reluctantly
Wishing I could stop and get myself a cup of tea
But Trixie my arrogant muse is not to be thwarted or stopped
She is in charge of my dendrite alley, and will give me a whop.
Magical mystical hypnotic me
Tragical tristical erotic whee
Exotic purpuric robotic see?
Who else has this trouble besides little ‘ole me?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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