Can't say two things to save my skin
Tonight the white page blanks stare me
My muse has gone awalking
Without giving me leave of absence
Am I sorry? It may be
But let's dance and have fun
Not to forget being happy
Giving myself license to be free
To the rigours of grammar
I can't stand and of punctuation
I munificently ignore
That will teach her a lesson
Never ever to leave me
Alone and unsupervised
In that deep language labyrinth
With its multifarious hidden traps
Opening chasms under the trodden steps
Of the ignorant poet that I am
Curse you muse, I miss you!
Lucette C. Bailliet ©
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