O give me, Manic Mother Mercy,
vibrancy when I get versy.
Beat me, so I wont be boring;
give me wings to send me soaring.
Prompt my pen to pour pure passion,
filled with fervour, help me fashion
rhymes robust, with romance burning,
love-filled lines, not lines for learning.
Prevent my pen from petty preaching.
Taser me, if tiresome teaching
pollutes my page; fling frenzied fire;
damn me with demon of desire.
O make me, Manic Mother Mercy
a penman like your poet Percy.
Ablaze, with summer\'s scorching season.
I\'ll burn the devil\'s whore called reason!
Thank you, Manic Mother Mercy.
I need you when I\'m feeling versy
I know you\'ll heed my prayerful pleading
and make my poems worth the reading!