She Stands in Beauty like a beloved dream,
The way all grace must surely seem,
And to Stay my all, with a fleeting look,
And has a face like Daffy Duck.
Just a minute that can't be right,
It's not the way I've meant this Plight;
This Poem has taken a wicked turn,
It's not the way my Heart would yearn.
My Muse has gone and so I babble,
Up an Infamous Creek without a Paddle.
This really is the final straw,
For a Muse is what a Love Poems for.
Well ; She's had her Chips and needn't come back,
To leave me writing like a Second Rate Hack,
I'll Ring the 'Agency' for another Muse ,
One totally Loyal and will not abuse.
I need a Girl that's Stationed by,
To help through doubt and much Rely.
Now they've mentioned one, though a little Cheap,
But hopefully Gems of Prose I'll reap,
A Muse where flowered Verse was born,
And then her Spirit this Poem adorn.
But what is this they've sent my way,
A 'Unionised' Muse with Terms to lay:
Hour Long Breaks and 'Work to Rule',
Weekends off and the Festive Yule.
Three Weeks Holiday, Twice a year,
Expenses payed by Muggings here.
Did Byron or Keats have such distress;
A Miss 'Leon Trotsky' in a Frilly dress.
How can I write of a Heart laid bare,
If it's ' Clocking-Off time, and She's not there.
So please be Patient with this Sluggish flow,
Of finished Poems I'd hope to show,
But it's come to this that when I write;
I live in fear of a Muse 'On Strike'.
Oh- Wayward Girl that left me so,
You weren't so bad now this I know,
Please return and grace my Mind,
With glittered Pearls to fill my Rhythm,
Stay with me when Verse begin-
And never Sing a 'Soap- Box' Hymn.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 18th, 2025 19:27
- Comment from author about the poem: Muse trouble again. You just can't get the Staff these days . And that Greek accent sounds a bit suspect.
- Category: Humor
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A fun poem that in its rhyme left me smiling and a fave
Happy you liked it . Thought I'd flogged that Idea to death in another Poem, but it came back with ' Return to Sender' scrawled over it.
A wonderfully entertaining read that has you smiling all the way, enjoyed the read
Thank you. And for the Record: The object of the Poem does not look like Daffy Duck. That Muse completely ruined it .
You are very welcome
You've muscled in on a pile of muse poems which turn up here from time to time. But you've made the effort to amuse, so you definitely get a gold star for that.
Give us another one, do
Thank you. I enjoy Light Verse but getting a good subject I find hard. Then the Muse Idea came up again. Between you , Me , and the gatepost: not sure she's a Qualified Muse, Done the Muse exams and everything. Wears a 'Sex Pistols' T- Shirt.
Maybe qualifications are secondary when you've got Bristols with Sex Pistols emblazoned across them. Sent me all of a quiver - though alas, think it may just be old age.
'Bristols'. 'Matron take them away'.
Oh, what a delightful chaos of wit and poetic frustration! This cleverly twisting tale of the muse’s betrayal tickles the imagination with its irreverent humour and sharp commentary on creativity. The transition from lofty romanticism to the whimsical absurdity of unionised muses and "Miss Leon Trotsky in a frilly dress" creates a playful tension that keeps the reader both amused and empathetic.
Thank you for your Comments. Happy you liked it. Hopefully I can get back to Proper Love Poetry without ' Rosa Luxemburg' around.
In some lands, all poetry is proper poetry. 😊🕊🙏🏻
The lament of the classic "occasional poet," most eloquently rendered. I love it. Give her black tea, since you eschew it, yet only Barry's, and let me know whether she's any more tractable than erst. Delightfully rendered with gorgeous imagery and an infectious sense of humor. Thank you for sharing, Sir.
Gave her Tea and She Put Whiskey and Gin in it.
Then Played ' Candy Crush' instead of Inspiring my Poetic Endeavours.
Wheres that Agency Phone number?
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