Best Funnymuse Poems
When the poet and the artist full of fright
From directors of galleries from dealers of might
From TV pundits merchants of media & such blight
Settling splendidly on their thrones in dizzying heights.
The artist prayed to his muse to descend from her paradise
And save his soul from dark hells, let there be light.
When the bard as ever hungry for public acclaim
Bowed to his muse for crumbs of some nether gain
With dishevelled hair and reeking of potent drink
With rouge on her lips and great fire in her limbs
A smile on her crooked face and a stagger in her pace
The muse now descends majestically with her celestial grace.
Like a tree, The Muse had been planted firm,
Which was why her presence was so unique,
And was why her enjoyment was long term,
Since her shade was exactly what one seeks.
She would not be allowed to take a fall,
Because she had earned the right to be there.
Like a tree, she stood confident and tall
On any ground that she chose to declare.
She was capable of standing alone,
Because she was created with strong roots.
Like a tree, whose essence had been well known,
And had been destined to bring forth good fruit.
Therefore, the sight of The Muse did please me,
Because she was beautiful, like a tree.