UnPoetia:Sonnet About Not Having a Muse

Poetry for people who hate poetry

My muse you’ve left me for another man,

Away to hell you’ve sped from mind.

I try to write and there’s nought to hand.

Come back! Not fair! You’re being unkind!

You are not here and so I moan

And moan about how you’re here no more.

I thought or idea I normally own,

You’ve always done the rest before.

Something here now I must write

Not preventing this from being shite.

We’re ten lines in I assume you’ve returned.

Great – get going – we’re almost home!

And now we’re working like an ox

Ignorant of this silly paradox.