When The Muse Calls It A Day
There’s nowt left to say
Published in
Feb 10, 2022
Sometimes the muse likes to roam,
Packs up its bags and leaves home.
To shift up a gear,
I need it right here
To reach the end of this tome.
By now it’s perfectly clear
No muse means writing quite drear
When left so bereft
There’s but one course…