Away With Worry: Ode To A Faithful Muse
Oh my darling muse (bless her)
Ever ready for me to test her
Come poetry, blank verse or rhyme
With inspiration or art that takes time
Stay with me until the end
For you my dear are a faithful friend
To neglect my muse would only confuse
And she quite rightly could refuse
And though I fret and start to complain
You are always patient when I try again.
Rhyming is easy, I don't care
If what I write makes you swear
But do not tell this to my muse
She'll not find it will amuse
You think you've been overworking
But please don't suspect that I've been shirking
My darling muse I love you dear
I try my best when you are here
I've been writing for blankety years
Many of which were drowned in tears
Then I consulted with my muse
"Time to experiment in rhyme','' she said
So I did, twenty poems, she called them verse
But then she's posh, I could have done worse
She gave me twenty poems a week
Twenty - that prospect is bleak
I'm worn out now - can't even think
My carers too, driven to the brink
I wouldn't be surprised if they take to drink
This may of course not be true
But I think I see them turning blue
So much rhyme has addled my brain
I'm on the verge of going insane.
