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Poor Muse
by Mary Ellen SmithToday I found Muse hiding behind the old oak tree
He was giggling I do believe. His deception all these months
Of hide and seek did bring a twinkle to his eye.
But not I.
Hands on hips I ordered him to come at once.
"Attend to me, for my ink is dry, the paper mauled.
Its edges are tattered, poor, ugly and unwanted.
He only taunted.
My mind at once conceived upon a trap of bananna peels and yogurt.
What else would a muse have for lunch? I set a plate out at once.
I sensed his interest and he climbed high into the branches of the tree to see.
Then spit on me.
I did not see him again this day but perhaps he is doing his job after all
As I have been able to write a few words about his bad behavior.
It is cold outside so I have left a warm blanket and some old shoes.
Poor, bad muse.
02/15/2003 Posted on 02/16/2003
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/16/03 at 02:11 AM Witty material at that Mary Ellen. Maybe not such a bad guy afterall? :o) |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 02/16/03 at 05:29 AM Funtastic Mary...Charlie |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/17/03 at 03:31 PM Very clever! Back to your humor and fun! :) |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 12/20/05 at 04:48 AM Ah, Mary Ellen, your Muse inspired me to search him out...I found him in "Oak trees in Siberian groves swathed in cloth" where he was given "offerings of kettles, reindeer hides, spoons and other valuable household articles."
No wonder your poor muse looked dubiously on bananna peels and yogurt. A very aMusing poem, well spoken, and Musical... and thus...what a generous Muse you have! |
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