The Muses and I

Of all the gods and goddesses Found in Greek mythology, My favorites are the nine Muses*, Each means something special to me: Calliope is epically bombastic; Urania has stars in her eyes; Erato's love poems are fantastic; And Melpomene says of tragedy, "It's not a play unless somebody dies."; Polyhymnia's hymns're rafter ringing; With Clio through history I prance; Euterpe is kind 'bout my singing; Terpsichore, not so much 'bout my dance. But my main muse has always been Thalia, We were so good together on stage, And considering how long this gal's been around, She's holding up well for her age. Now that I'm no longer acting I don't see her as much anymore, Though I know anytime I get stuck for a rhyme, She'll be there for me just as before. She says I'm not much of a poet, My verse is not epic and grand. And she's right, it's not great, and I know it, But at least it's not vapid and bland. She likes to drop by to remind me Of what she thinks were happier times. When she wants me, she knows where to find me, Here, scribbling away at my rhymes. *The nine Muses: Calliope-epic poetry; Erato-love poetry; Polyhymnia-hymns; Euterpe-song; Thalia-comedy; Urania-astronomy; Melpomene-tragedy; Clio-history; Terpsichore-dance