My Muse, I So Abuse

My Muse, I So Abuse My muse crying loudly, please write this way I replied laughing, that will be the day She storms off in a most indignant huff I shouting at her, damn isn't that tough? No fear, she always runs as she returns she my heart so loves, as my mind she burns I, that often sit on cold bed of stones She, poetic judge that often breaks bones! Dead of night she cuddles up to me near utters words, sweet nothings and a cold fear I inquire, but my heart you love so dear She shouts, that was a folly from last year! My muse and I play wicked cat and mouse She may be the roof but I am the House! Robert J. Lindley, 08-26- 2014 note: My muse is a vindictive little tramp she makes me kneel humbly before she lights the lamp!