Sometimes I set in my chair late into the night
trying to come up with some kind of poem that i might write.
There are Lots of words that come to my mind.
And a few of those words might even rhyme.
I think and set and I set and i think.
But all the ideas I come up with stink.
I don't know what strategies other poets might use.
When they can't seem to connect with a potery muse.
Maybe there's some kind of chant that they chant
To make their mind a place for poetery muses to plant
maybe to bring the poetry muses it takes a magical spell
If I only knew that spell. Gee that sure'd be swell!
Or maybe you need to ply the muses with booze.
And that is the secret to get the muses to muse.
Or maybe I'm wrong and muses have nothing to do with it at all in the end.
Perhaps it caused by something entirely different my friend.
Well I guess it is time for me to head off to bed , give up for tonight
For after thinking for hours I still can't think of a poem I might write.
©verseless
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