Bj Legros Kelley Poet Rhyme

Poem Nine of Challenge

                                  I love that silly man of mine

                                      I'm writing this poem

                                            Number nine

                                       Hey, it's a challenge

                                           I'll do my best

                                         To do this is like a

                                                Contest!

                                         My muse was gone,

                                          I feared she died

                                           Abandoned pen....

                                            It's ink all dried

                              But then my mate bid me to write

                               I've all but one to pen tonight

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Gershon Wolf December 30, 2024 at 9:44 PM A muse comes; a muse goes; Amusement parks count their dough.

Silent One December 29, 2024 at 11:07 AM Sometimes the muse likes to slumber and rest for a while... Glad it has awoken.. Bj Legros Kelley December 29, 2024 at 11:57 AM She certainly has been taking a long nap. I need confidence that things will actually get back to normal. I never have had a year long dry spell like this before.

Tom Cunningham December 29, 2024 at 1:42 AM Nearly there now. Bj Legros Kelley December 29, 2024 at 11:54 AM Yes, I was eying the clock about here. Felt like Cinderella before the strike of twelve!