A Little Humor on a Wednesday

Manic Muse

by Veronica Ann Cech

My muse is dead, just up and died. Never left a note, never said goodbye. I cajole her and beg her and still she sleeps. My creative flair, a prisoner she keeps. I bang my head, and bite my nails. And still no creative tales. So at long last I give up the fight, Turn off the PC, and say goodnight. And just as my body drifts off to sleep, I hear this annoying little "peep" I tell her . . . "No, go away . . . I called and called for you all day! " But the "peeps" persist and grow louder still Until from my slumber I am drawn against my will. So here I sit in the middle of the night, Gleaning a strange comfort from the monitor's light. And wait and wait for my muse to speak, But all I get is that annoying "peep!" You might find me one early morn , passed on , gone to my Lord, And all because my muse was bored!