Trixie the Most Confident Muse Ever

I wish I had a twentieth of the confidence of My muse name of Trixie sent down from above If you want a picture, it is okay with her She is always in pose position; self-confidence a whirr. She sits by the beach thinking up new stuff to write. I have tried to disagree, but she always wins the fight. Her imagination prances in and out of my brain all the time. She demands her own way, and it is usually quite fine. She is petite and pretty, attractive to both women and men. She claims she is tri-sexual, so that is where I must begin. She is a lively little intelligent bundle of wow from her head to her feet. She insists on her own way, and frankly, her way cannot be beat. Once upon a time I would try harder to get my own way. I would cross out and scribble and change words all day. But in the end, it seems like I always relented, coming soon back To the way Trixie wrote the poem in the first place with full-blown-muse confidence I often lack.