Me, My Muse and Me

ME, MY MUSE AND ME! ME What I am about to say and do, Would be inconceivable by more Than a few, How could I dare, Its isn’t fair, For it is Christmas season, Do I have a valid reason I hear you say, Please hear me out I pray! My muse has been cheating, Spying on me and meeting, With another website, At first I cried, Then got angry, would put this right! Called my muse in to chat, Boutique clothes, expensive red hat, A Rolls Royce parked outside Ostentatiously no intention Of wanting to hide, Jewellery and attitude, Don’t get me wrong Have always felt much gratitude, But this was never anticipated And by me sorely regretted, And totally unexpected, So with no emotion, Said,you are fired! MY MUSE What said my muse, Is it that time of the month, Have you any excuse! You must be mad, And clearly, your Husband won’t be glad, For he will be roped in, Where will you both begin, You’ll be wiped off soup, And lose this poetry group, Don’t make this mistake, Are you calling me fake, I will not be fired Nearly 2 years since you hired Me, tread carefully, I will take you to task, For I wear many a mask! ME Are you threatning me, You disreputable chump Behind my back, You dishonourable punk, You did all this, For a moonlight kiss, Someone phoned me and Warned me that you do These rounds and cheated On many a poet, Don’t deny it, I have proof I know it, Be gone you miserable thief, Your stay here should Have been briefer With a huff and a pout, My muse walked out, And disappeared Without a trace! Goodness me, No sense of decency, I now have a vacancy!