The mystery surrounding my muse.
My muse she is a bit capricious.
when writing is carefree and easy for me,
is when I get a bit suspicious.
I know then that soon, treacherous will it be.
Her moods are legend as history proves.
Dry spells and frustration are there to be woven,
or then again times when the pen hardly moves.
It may sometimes seem she has hooves that are cloven.
For all of me, I can never surmise
the whim of the muse when she's on the prowl.
And for all of my life it's been a surprise,
for when she's good, she's very, and when she's bad I just howl.
So on I keep writing quite quickly because,
unencumbered is she by any sensical laws.