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Roommate is on my Plate

Roommate is on my plate Dropping herself into my grits Little flecks of warm porridge splash into my eyes It is one of Trixie’s assistant muses She has a killer smile and rainbow hair Hi she greets me with telepathy Lump of eggs rises I see two glowing green eyes Getting higher and taller. Fascinated I smile Wondering what will happen next Grape jelly jar falls over with a clink next to plate. “She is comin!” A tiny red brownie driving gem encrusted chariot hisses. Rainbow muse and mini-dragon jump aboard the chariot Trixie my main muse is riding black puma with stars chasing them now Her head turns toward me. She glares and sticks out her tongue. The perils of having a hopped up overly territorial muse I cringe wondering what diabolical fate will next befall me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 10/13/2019 10:29:00 AM
It must be fun to live surrounded by many muses, one crazier than the other. Mine is lazy today: all day lying in bed and getting fussy for her bottle of red wine) Did I already tell you, Caren, how much I like your everyday fantasy sketches? Yes, I did.
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Date: 10/11/2019 8:11:00 AM
Great idea to paint your muse with food Caren. Very original write!
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