Ode to my dead muse

Poem--Ode to my dead muse

Muse, shmuse!!
It won’t wake up
I shook it last night
I think it died in my sleep at night
Yes that's right

I pryed it with a spatula
Even Dracula tried to pry it with his teeth

Bats don’t even want to come near it
They stay in the cave and they don’t want to hear it
These are the muses of our lives
It’s terrible, I want to throw at it with rice
No dice

My muse is run over I think
I blinked and then it shrinked
I think it’s gone
Do ya think?

Or lord no more momentum
My brain is fried like fried lice
Like a mouse who has to think twice
It’s just not nice

Okay a burial for my muse
You wanted it this way I guess
I surely lose
I wear my black veil on top of my head
Now I wish that it was me that was dead!

The Horrible Painful End

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