I cannot sleep the whole night through. <br /> My muse will not allow me to <br /> when she commands I must obey. <br />I wish she’d take a holiday. <br /> <br />She thinks that sleeping is a crime <br />she does not sleep so why should I. <br /> A complete and utter waste of time. <br />Which I could better occupy <br /> <br />by sitting at my desk to write <br />instead of lazing in my bed. <br />I think she thinks she has the right. <br /> She just ignores all I have said. <br /> <br />Some folks complain of writers block <br />whilst I have writers Diarrhoea <br />My muse would hide beneath a rock <br /> if she could not supply ideas. <br /> <br />Which I must translate into verse <br />to demonstrate her eloquence <br />She views my fatigue as perverse; <br />of very little consequence. <br /> <br />An active muse can be a curse <br />I sometimes wish she’d stay away <br />To have no muse would be much worse <br />I just give in do it her way. <br /> <br />5-Jun-08 <br /> <br />http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers<br /><br />ivor or ivor.e hogg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-are-not-amused-for-m-lady-mary-gordley/
