Keeping the Muse Amused
My muse had left (I thought she died)
She came back real late last night.
When I had posed the inevitable question,
She simply said she'd gone on vacation.
She said she needed to explore the world,
Take time to herself, let the wings unfurl.
To find new avenues of rhyme and prose,
As well as shop for some brand name clothes.
She'd been to Rome and travelled to France.
Went to Spain to learn Flamenco dance.
She partied hearty in ol' Mexico
And gambled for a week in Monte Carlo
Spent some time in the land of Oz,
And took pictures of prints of kangaroo paws.
Went on to Africa's Serengeti Plains
And romped alongside big cats with manes.
Flew off to New Zealand and tasted some fruit
Kiwi it's called and then on to Beirut
From U.S. to Europe, to Asia, and more.
Learning of rhyme and the clothing stores.
She's a jet set lady, winging about,
Conquering the world with poetic clout.
But what bugged me most, as she unpacked her grip,
Was "How in the world did she finance that trip?"
By: Wild Child 5/10/00
Poetry~ Words falling on paper, painting a dream.
Shawna R. Holder