Trixie my Muse
part of me settles down for the night
my puppy snuggles down next to me, really tight
I close my eyes, but do not relax at all
My muse is using a megaphone, big and tall
Poems enter my head, they end up in rhyme
these interlopers keep me up, usurp my time
I am trying to rest, I tell Trixie, my muse
She kicks me in the head with her green dancing shoes
I would loan her out, but no one wants to take her
She slides down my arm on a sled of waxed paper
“Give me a break”, I say, “I want to SLEEP!”
What she replies to me must be written out in a bleep.
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