Well, you see it’s my muse,
She’s run off with Mother Goose.
Maybe she’s looking for words that rhyme,
She does that frequently, like all the time.

I think she simply forgot to return,
When she comes back, her butt I’ll burn.
Or maybe I won’t, for you see,
In the END, I’ll only really be hurting me.

© 2005 Janice Jarnagin