Whooping It Up
Allow me to share my news
About my defiant missing muse
She has the big time muse blues
I should have seen the clues
Though to discuss she did refuse
I told her ‘to put on her big girl shoes’
Make a decision …. ‘you choose’
With attitude she said ‘ well, you lose’
Walked away with a look that left a bruise
She is now whooping it up on a cruise
Heading to the land of kangaroos
Drinking way, way too much booze
I hear she’s sporting two new tattoos
Without her my poetry sits and stews
My flame softly flickers yet no fire pursues
So , understandably her behaviour I will excuse
If she just comes back and lights my fuse!!
Copyright © Deb M | Year Posted 2024
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