The Poetess and the Muse

The Poetess in me is going wild,

Trying hard to be mild,

What can she do,

without much ado?

The Muse still behaves like a child,

Keeping Poetess beguiled.


She doodles here and there,

And follows him everywhere,

He scolds her and says,

“Girl, Mend your ways!

I am just an imagination,

Get rid of this fascination”


I pout and give him a kiss,

How is that possible for this Miss?

Suddenly, I stop and think

“Isn’t this my poem?” and blink,

I am the Poetess and he the Muse

He is born to seduce and amuse!


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