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Not Amused

O~ what dread
My muse in bed
Dear me~ that's ink she's bled
Tried sopping it with bread
Her boots been filled with lead
I think she's good as dead

O~ good grief she said
Shaking her head
You've been misled
You plain misread
She left her body there and fled



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Submitted on August 4, 2020 for contest FAVOURITE POEM IN RHYME FROM JULY 2019 sponsored by JULIA WARD

Originally posted on July 29, 2019

Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2019

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John Watt Date: 3/15/2020 12:21:00 AM Those darned muses and their capricious ways... fun write, Line Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 3/15/2020 9:33:00 AM Thanks, John. Much appreciated.

Timothy Mcguire Date: 7/30/2019 9:28:00 PM Love this poem and it style I might try it someday. Great one! Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 7/31/2019 3:40:00 AM I'll be looking forward to reading what you come up with.

Gershon Wolf Date: 7/30/2019 2:15:00 PM Come back! Come back! ---Oh! You mean it's you who fled?! LOL. Interesting poem, Line. :) gw Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 7/30/2019 2:35:00 PM O~ my muse fled.... again.

Caren Krutsinger Date: 7/30/2019 5:39:00 AM I love the last line, of course, being a big believer of being able to leave your body wherever you want! Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 7/30/2019 8:47:00 AM LOL as long as you don't litter of course.

Quoth Theraven Date: 7/30/2019 12:08:00 AM Line, I like this monorhyme. Time to wake, sleepy-head. -Richard Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 7/30/2019 8:48:00 AM Thanks for your much appreciated visit and comment, Richard.

Gordon Mcconnell Date: 7/29/2019 3:57:00 PM I really liked this one Line, such good lines with nice rhyme too! Login to Reply Line Gauthier Date: 7/29/2019 5:28:00 PM Thanks, Gordon. Most appreciated.