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Ode dear! Ode dear!
by Mary Ellen SmithOde dear, ode dear! The poet said.
Theres nothing here inside my head!
No words that rhyme, OUCH! There it goes,
Now Ive gone and stubbed my prose!
My limerick bone has lost its funny.
Penny for my thoughts? Too much money.
Lost my form, I cannot see um
Spilled it on the carpet diem.
My serpentine verses have slithered away
Like the snakes in the jungle I would say.
Fellow Bards this is no joke
A serious business, a bit baroque.
My right arm Id give for one a or one b
And thats not only hyperbole!
Someone put me out of this pain
And help me write a good cinquain.
08/10/2003 Author's Note: Having a bit of fun with my writer's block!
Posted on 08/10/2003
Copyright © 2024 Mary Ellen Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Cathlyn Cartier on 08/10/03 at 02:42 PM If only losing your muse could always be so much fun! Quite enjoyable, I think your muse is only playing tag with you. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 08/11/03 at 02:11 AM Great fun! I think your muse not too far away! :) |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 08/12/03 at 05:11 AM Funtastic Mar......Charlie |
| Posted by JD Clay on 09/12/03 at 03:36 AM That is the best example of a missing muse I've ever read. We should all be so lucky, witty, and expressive. Good stuff, ME.
Peace... |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/05/07 at 10:17 PM lol!....with a giggle and a snort. |
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