On Trying To Catch Poetic Muse

A mini series modelled after Robbie Burns, I wrote about not knowing what to write about.

On Trying To Catch Poetic Muse

Oh thy curs'ed piece of script
From my brain I try thee rip
Cometh down yon beastie weagles
Onto the page dastardly treagles

Presumptious words how thou confuseth
All but me thou dost bemuseth
Blast yon thoughts buzzing 'round inside
Love thee as a thorn in mine eye

Thou muddled worm, thou mutt's breath stench
Thou torn'ed thread on village wench
Hang'ed there persistently
Thou crawlin' flea doth torture me

So march thee down yon vile scrap
Onto thee page I will thou trap
So I may twist and scribble thee
Into a great poem for all to read!