Today I received a bite from my muse
She sat back and licked on her chops.
I skimmed through my purse
to write down the verse
But ink only spilled out in glops.
My muse bit again
But this time my pen
Was buried in back of my drawer
And spaghetti and grime
Dishwashers and time
Seemed to dance all over my floor.
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