My Annoying Muse

Puppy nappers are on the rise in Kansas City the TV said. I moaned. I did not even know the TV set was on! Roses are being stolen out of the Presidential flower garden. I shut my eyes tighter, not listening, and not caring. Organ grinders are reporting an increase in monkey dementia. What? I roll over and pull my pillow down over my ears hard. “Rainbow elves take Brownie Scouts hostage in Omaha.” Now I know who it is. Shut up Trixie, I say. I am not in the mood to write poetry. I want to sleep.