Trixie My Muse Is Obstinate
Winged horses could not get me to do that
She says to me with her nose stuck up.
She can be prissy when she wants to be.
Trixie is in obstinate mode
I try to reason with her
But I am no match
For this particular strand of my imagination
Two seconds later she rides off to the Netherlands
On the back of a white winged horse
I resist giving her a friendly wave
Where do you think she learned obstinance?
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