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.