and frankly I think it's overused
a musing to me
when my muse strikes
I grab my pen
and strike it black
I no longer have a muse to inspire me
I have a sear
to sear me
poets have muse
cows
have moos...and milk!
I milked my muse dry
and still my poetry
refused to cry
the best way to squeeze a poem
from your muse
is between forefinger and thumb
the muse
she is hot!
no?
Don't waste your muse
writing a ku
it is not amused
