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My muse wears combat boots (reposted)
My muse wears combat boots
especially when he thinks he is funny,
he freezes my inspiration
as if I owed him some money.
It makes me want to slap him,
waaay from the back,
because he refuses to cooperate
and stay with me on track.
The fucker wants things his way,
he had to be a male.
Ladies what do you say,
shall I stick it to him in the tail?
I give him many luscious words
and even music that I play,
he still manages to snub me
and my writing turns out to be a waste.
“Flaming bastard”,
I will dress you in a pink leotard,
lipstick and pair purple pumps,
if you don’t give me a break
and lighten the hell up!
Better yet I’ll make you wear a tri-color wig
and tie you to a tree,
if you’re not helping me, then
that’s where you need to be.
He makes me have a bad hair day
(real bad if the hair is mine)
So In his britches I’ll put some fire ants
and, on his toilet seat blue dye.
If he doesn’t help me write a magnificent masterpiece,
his arse will match the sky.
Well maybe that’s asking too much,
ok I’ll be happy if you just play nice
a few poems a week
if you don’t mind, would be alright.
Sept 17 2011(reposted march 2012)
Gypsy red
especially when he thinks he is funny,
he freezes my inspiration
as if I owed him some money.
It makes me want to slap him,
waaay from the back,
because he refuses to cooperate
and stay with me on track.
The fucker wants things his way,
he had to be a male.
Ladies what do you say,
shall I stick it to him in the tail?
I give him many luscious words
and even music that I play,
he still manages to snub me
and my writing turns out to be a waste.
“Flaming bastard”,
I will dress you in a pink leotard,
lipstick and pair purple pumps,
if you don’t give me a break
and lighten the hell up!
Better yet I’ll make you wear a tri-color wig
and tie you to a tree,
if you’re not helping me, then
that’s where you need to be.
He makes me have a bad hair day
(real bad if the hair is mine)
So In his britches I’ll put some fire ants
and, on his toilet seat blue dye.
If he doesn’t help me write a magnificent masterpiece,
his arse will match the sky.
Well maybe that’s asking too much,
ok I’ll be happy if you just play nice
a few poems a week
if you don’t mind, would be alright.
Sept 17 2011(reposted march 2012)
Gypsy red
Published 8th Mar 2012
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14th Mar 2012 9:03am
14th Mar 2012 8:09pm
lolol I so glad you enjoyed my lame attempt at humor, it was fun to write. Thanks for stopping by.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
18th Mar 2012 1:59pm
Ha …. I see now what you referred to. A sturdy if illusive fellow and not immune from the occasional wardrobe malfunction?
19th Mar 2012 9:32pm
Hahahaha most definitely, he had a serious issue with his clothing while having a narcissus moment.lolol
Anonymous
19th Mar 2012 9:47pm
It is always a pleasure to read funny poetry...Unfortunately the idea of being a poet brings out the pomposity in many of us...and I am sure I am guilty...However...there is room for the sub-genre of funny or humorous poetry and I found this and the pic hilarious
Thanks for the light touch
Kitty
Thanks for the light touch
Kitty
19th Mar 2012 10:20pm
Thank you! Miss Kitty, I am glad you found my silly sense of humor to your liking, I, like you, feel we need to lighten up a little and not take ourselves so serious and a laughter does us all a world of good.
Gypsy red
Gypsy red
14th Sep 2012 4:08pm
14th Sep 2012 4:57pm
Hehehe Glad you liked it, it was meant to be funny and enjoyed as such. Thanks for the comment Ken.
Red
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