I shall be brief,
Induct my muse,
Voice please cease.
Pen, don't move,
She kisses my hand,
Loves my brain,
Got inside my mind,
Drives me insane,
Typical woman,
So much to offer,
Yet annoyingly,
I can't stop her,
She nags at times,
Others she'll huff,
Not want to inspire,
I have it rough,
So my muse, you ask?
Is a bomb-shell!,
Her names unknown,
But she gives me hell,
She makes all the mess,
And won't clean up,
She'll work then sleep,
Lady-Queen-Muck!,
Some say musing is,
Much like marriage,
If that's true,
I want a DIVORCE!!!
I didn't get the pre-nup',
I did not agree,
I would not trade though,
She belongs to me.
A contest entry
- Introduction to your muse by Tattboyspet.
450 points, ended July 9, 2008, 15 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
I hope you appriciate this write, I got beat up by her when she read it, she even made me change some lines...oh well. (HELP ME)
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Hehe love your take on this, just my style, superbly funny. My muse was sick when I finished...likes all the horror but weak stomach poor thing
Love the AN part to, neat touch! All the best in the contest 
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Thanks Lady, lmfao, weak stomache??? ha ha ha
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Yep terrible weak stomach, can write dark but not visualize
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that must cause problems, unless your muse writes and you visualise...lol that may work actually...hmm, must go see - LOL
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<<< can't stop laughing at this one (especially the "I hope you appriciate this write ..."
she sounds as though she's a diamond AND a rough
lovely!
thank you for your entry
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Cool, cool, thanks!
she's awake again and fuming mad - im gonna get it now, lol, thanks again..Domz, One!!
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