Absent without an excuse
i had a chat with my muse
she said
"you really dont try very hard"
" you never sent me a valentines card?"
"till you do we're living apart"
"walk a mile in my shoes you old fart"
who else gets such stick from their muse?
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Can't avoid this one.
The end of line words .- are they special? some connection between them or something......?
A fun write dusk - hopefully lightens the moods here for a little while. Many thanks.
LOL nowt special they just rhmye like nursery rhymes i learned as a small boy.
The first nursery rhyme I ever heard has stuck with me:-
Ned, Ned the donkeys dead
he died last night
with a pain in his head
"All I am saying is give" it a go, dusk. Simple amusement desperately needed in these troubled times...
You can lift the whole genre - many nursery rhymes are a bit grim.
Always surprises me where the inspiration for a write comes from - must have a muse somewhere but I've never given it much thought.
I wouldn't know a muse if it came up and bit me M.E. But I've seen it mentioned so many times in MPS i thought I'd adopt one.... now look at her. Out of control and bitching.
.. Now that is wot we in the trade call a musing sir ...................... Neville 🙂
How does that saying go...you can send a horse to boil an egg but he cant ride a scrambler... so there!
Yes it can happen sometimes d a but she normally calms down if I send her flowers.
https://youtu.be/I6ElRV_beuE
Andy
eee bah gum... a pint of Flowers lad... brings back memories.... thems wuz the days when ya wimmin folk drunk pints and belched.
Old farts,
like me,
divorced by,
my muse,
she’s content,
to live apart.
light and much enjoyed
I was making it all up.... which muse amuses a musician.... i ran out of ammunition.
I never had a muse.
Muses are inclined to disappear if not given our whole attention and yours seems a control freak as well - - give her the elbow Dusk and she at first may sulk and then come to her senses and use you again - at least that has been my experience with mine goes missing. Still smiling at your witty Muse-chat
hehe! Nice one! I felt this as my muses are almost everyone! I'm inspired by the world! Well done!
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