The Anti-Muse

Once upon a time, in a land not far away
There lived a little Bratty One, who just got in the way.
In the land of Ink and Paper, where often I would go
This little brat would follow, to prod and pester so!

I'd look upon the page so blank (matching my dim look).
I'd write a story, despite that brat, no matter what it took!
Determination held to me and I ignored the pest.
And when completed writing, I sighed and paused to rest.

I studied what I'd written with that monkey on my back
A frown was deep upon my brow, my jaw went slowly slack.
The words were purely jumbled! I couldn't make them out.
The little brat had stolen nouns and took some commas out!

Words were smudged, participles hung, quotes had gone astray.
I gazed upon my useless work and only felt dismay.
If all that wasn't bad enough, I really got a shock,
When I discovered on page three, I'd hit a writer's block!

I crumpled up the papers and lobbed them to the floor
(I missed the can completely since it's over by the door).
I said "All right, you little brat! I will not stand for this!"
I searched around for Pesky One, but something was amiss.

I understood! I got his game! I knew his little schemes.
Trying to make me think he was a figment of my dreams.
Make me think he didn't exist, make me take the fall,
For all those useless little words now crumpled in a ball.

I wonder where he's lurking now as I write this tale?
Perhaps he has discovered a good place to moan and wail.
He never thought I'd do it--force him out with jubilation!
And ban him from my favorite place: My Big Imagination!