Caren Krutsinger Poet Clerihew

Trixie Love Waking Me Up

Framp town graces ring a wrong
Rooh Dah Roo Dah
Gramp down laces sling a thong
Oh Roo Rah Ray!

My eyes pop open
I am disoriented
I stumble 
My knee hits a chair

It twirls
Finally reach the door
Hear Trixie my muse laugh
She loves waking me up

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Ann Foster June 16, 2022 at 2:00 PM Haha... sounds like you are best friends with your muse... That is cool... Ann Caren Krutsinger June 17, 2022 at 9:57 AM We are friendly some days, growling and snapping other days.

Jeff Kyser June 16, 2022 at 11:49 AM Gramps, don't don lace, sling a thong! I'd have nightmares all night long, Wash Eyes Today! Caren Krutsinger June 17, 2022 at 9:58 AM Hahaha Jeff

L Milton Hankins June 16, 2022 at 10:02 AM She wouldn't survive long at my house, Caren. I sleep late and am a slow waker-upper. When I am startled away, my day is a disaster! Caren Krutsinger June 17, 2022 at 9:58 AM I am up anywhere between 3:45 and 5:00 a.m.