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!
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