The Voice of a Muse

When waiting on children      
returning from trips;      
no telling      
when they might return,      
     
They're off in the night      
for a gallon of milk,      
for cake      
a pinned hunger does burn,      
     
A boy has a birthday      
and cake on the table      
and into this rapping I fell,      
 
For if tales of the Muses      
could really be told,      
what voices would Oreades delve,      
     
I walked up on the wild      
tipped high on a mountain      
and dipped to a sky of pure blue,      
with vibrancy immortal of fairies and hills      
in throwing her echo it flew,        
     
     
……………(((boys you better get back here)))……………      
..............!!……Am I echoing yet…...!!............      
……………))) boys you better get back here (((……………      
     
     
Patrick and William      
it’s been a damn hour,      
hurry up now      
or darlings you're through,      
 
For your wish      
as to cut this cake will be gone,      
and then      
I’m going to eat it;― all true,      
     
So nothing could stop      
this voice of a dance,      
and she the most talkative too.