Muse Leroy Meets Muse Trixie
His muse was a dragon, and he told me Leroy was pushy.
I could not imagine he was any more challenging that Trixie.
Leroy will take me down and spit in my eye, he told me.
This was a bit more aggressive than Trixie, actually.
I brought Trixie over to meet Leroy, but he was shy.
He is not acting normally, admitted my super poetic guy.
I gave them some space, and he asked his muse why.
Because she intimidates me, Leroy said with a sigh.
Trixie was telepathic and had sent him some news.
It was meant to intimidate, consternate and confuse.
He was scared of her now, afraid of my aggressive muse.
Now more than one more person has seen Trixie’s fuse.
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