My Muse Trixie is one of a Kind
ideas don’t have time to percolate
Trixie yells them at me, this is my fate
Some of them are lame, not witty or great
Fearing Trixie’s wrath, I do not hesitate
As muses rank, she is truly first rate
her fantastic ideas we do not debate
she can create a poem from an apple crate
play dough, umbrellas, or a rusty grate
She does not want to hear what I have to say
Swiftly kicking my thoughts into a ditch all gray
Trixie is one of a kind, but always the boss.
If I did not have her, it would be such a loss.
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