Trixie Gives Up

Curious cats and plebian pirates do not mix well.
When white skull and crossbones are flying lopsided.
Derelict dogs and wily witches try casting a spell.
My imagination is being ridiculously overexcited. 

My muse is throwing in damsels, dragons and robins gray
Along with Christmas tree ants and squirrels that play 
I hear her deep heartfelt languishing sighs of dismay 
As she tries to control me yet again today.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Kiser Avatar
May 31, 2022 at 8:11 AM
The muse does indeed like control; it's made an insomniac out of me. You should send Trixie on a vacation to get a break.
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May 30, 2022 at 7:01 PM
Hmmm...I think she has been doing a good job of it, too. She's probably still in the corner pouting because you're getting a birthday party...the start of a new decade. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Caren!
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