UnPoetia:Sonnet About Not Having a Muse
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- My muse you’ve left me for another man,
- Away to hell you’ve sped from mind.
- I try to write and there’s nought to hand.
- Come back! Not fair! You’re being unkind!
- You are not here and so I moan
- And moan about how you’re here no more.
- A thought or idea I normally own,
- You’ve always done the rest before.
- Something here now I must write.
- We’re nine lines in I assume you’ve returned.
- Though not stopping this from being shite.
- Now let's get going – you have been spurred!
- And now we’re working like an ox
- Ignorant of this silly paradox.