Writer's Block

My Muse Blues

Oh! My muse, today
is ill, I'm told.
She's not coming out...
Got a nasty cold.

She's resting quietly
on her bed,
is what our handsome
postman said.

Why didn't my muse
converse with me?
A text would have done...
She's so carefree!

I'll put my pencil
back in its case.
Without my muse,
no rhymes I'll place.


Eccentrically.
Colin.