I dedicate this poem to all of you!
May you have many exciting dates with YOUR muse.
Wanted to write
Stared at the wall
Got myself a Sprite
Nothing written at all
Wait, there is a thought
About ready to be born
It was all again for naught
So getting onto the horn
Talked for an hour
About my productive day
Then went to take a shower
Relaxing under the spray
Seriously considered writing
Got distracted by the telly
Interesting but not exciting
Noticed a little feeling in the belly
Now hunger rears its ugly head
Have to cook a proper meal
And not forget my daily med
I take a knife and start to peel
Back to sit and write once more
All sated and smelling so good
But it is an impossible chore
If I could, I swear I would
Figured it was now too late
To restart my writer’s mind
Better ask HER for a date
If my MUSE would be so kind