THE POET'S MUSE

*The Poet Muse's*

She's a delicate flower the poet's muse.

She can really inspire but she'll refuse

To do menial tasks or help with chores.

She will take your hand,lead you to the heights

And will gladly unveil supreme delights

But humbler tasks she blithely ignores.

For muses don't work nine to five you know.

They're not always ready,good to go,

She won't just deliver everyday.

She is delicate in her temperament

You can't hector her. She won't relent.

She won't work like that. It's not her way.

The poet muse is a sensitive flower

If you treat her badly she will glower

She'll punish you,leave you head in hands.

A poem a day not really her style

She alas can't inspire you all the while

She delight but not to plan.

So treat her kindly,don't push her too hard.

Respect how she's made. The way that she's weird.

Treat her gently,don't let her get tired

For a poet can't work if she's not inspired.

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