Camy Posted August 12, 2006 Report Share Posted August 12, 2006 My Muse by Camy My muse is not a whore My muse just loves to tease Whenever I'm in a rut I have to beg him on my knees This actually hurts a lot As he lives on a pebbly beach Between the high and low tide marks His favourite food is peach Which might explain this poem As peaches don't grow here And, he says, when he's away I write like a startled deer --- 11th August 2006 --- Link to comment
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