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MUSE CRISIS
Does your muse refuse to enthuse?
Has she lost her magic?
I say to you my friend
Get you another
To ignore this advice would be tragic
You can check the want ads
Search on Craig’s List
Check all the blogs on line
But if you hear of a Nancy
From somewhere in Oregon
She’s already taken she’s mine
I’m usually generous with all of my stuff
If you contact my muse I might have to get rough
Oh she might inspire another
I think his name starts with an ‘R’
Except for him my friend
Not another will get very far.
She’s the one who fuels my poetry
She enables my thoughts to flow free
If my feelings and impressions remain locked inside
And I have no muse with whom to confide
My creative juices will evaporate
A dismal, dreary existence my fate
Go my friend and find a new muse
One who brings you the right words to use
As for my butterfly to me who was flown
The one who’s called Nancy
You leave her alone
Has she lost her magic?
I say to you my friend
Get you another
To ignore this advice would be tragic
You can check the want ads
Search on Craig’s List
Check all the blogs on line
But if you hear of a Nancy
From somewhere in Oregon
She’s already taken she’s mine
I’m usually generous with all of my stuff
If you contact my muse I might have to get rough
Oh she might inspire another
I think his name starts with an ‘R’
Except for him my friend
Not another will get very far.
She’s the one who fuels my poetry
She enables my thoughts to flow free
If my feelings and impressions remain locked inside
And I have no muse with whom to confide
My creative juices will evaporate
A dismal, dreary existence my fate
Go my friend and find a new muse
One who brings you the right words to use
As for my butterfly to me who was flown
The one who’s called Nancy
You leave her alone
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