No Longer Musing

The other day I called it in to my office, from the hall; it wasn't that my muse was, "off" it wasn't doing anything, for any reason, at all ! At the onset I thought it was but, a tad tired; and l thought l'd give it another day; then l began realizing a listlessness that was contagious, much to my dismay. I spoke with the man at the pharmacy who assured me that there was a cure; and that, if it were not soon administered there'd be consequences no poet could endure ! So frightened was l, after hearing of this l sprang to action, right after my nap; l visited a place where the critics loved me, 'twas my fans thought l was loaded with, crap ! l awoke and went straight to my office to have said "talk", with my weak little muse; l instead, began writing about "nothing", instead of holding on too tight, to an excuse