Softly She Calls To Me

Softly She Calls To Me

Softly she calls to me in the night.
She comes to me in my dreams.
Though when she first appeared she was a fright.
(My room still echoes with my screams.)

She comes to me in my dreams.
Bad poetry is the name of her game.
(My room still echoes with my screams.)
She promised me fortune and fame.

Bad poetry is the name of her game.
And she has an odd sense of humor.
She promised me fortune and fame.
I think it's all just a bad rumor.

And she has an odd sense of humor.
She thinks she is a stand-up comic.
I think it's all just a bad rumor.
But I keep her – she makes a good gin and tonic.

She thinks she is a stand-up comic.
One thing is for sure - she has no real talent.
But I keep her – she makes a good gin and tonic.
And her efforts really are quite gallant.

One thing is for sure – she has no real talent.
Though at times she can really make me laugh.
And her efforts really are quite gallant.
Of my royalties I give her half.

Though at times she can really make me laugh.
And truth be told my muse is actually quite cute.
Of my royalties I give her half.
Her own horn, she will never toot.

And truth be told my muse is actually quite cute.
Though when she first appeared I got quite a fright.
Her own horn, she will never toot.
Softly she calls to me in the night.

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Write a Pantoum about your bad poetry muse. Minimum 8 and maximum 12 stanzas. It's SUPPOSED to be BAD!