“Pandora” has been locked away, for fifty some odd years
Crap always seems to hit the fan, when she does appear
Telling me just what to say, and wording things all wrong
She would write a bible, but it’d come on way too strong
She says she’s not on dope, then stays up through the night
Babbling incoherently, and always trying to start a fight
Sometimes she writes all by herself, that scares me half to death
Now and then she has a funny smell, like she’s been snorting meth
Kicking and a screaming, whenever I lay her down to rest
Where was she while I was schooling, failing all my tests
She is a bloody rotten egg, but I know that she’s all mine
I feel that she won’t shut her mouth, until the end of time
But I know that she’ll carry me, with her quick wit and her sass
If she ever leaves me alone, she knows I’ll kick her ass
Print’s a brand new game for us, we’ve not been writing yet a year
You can check again with me in ten she still won’t be sincere
Author notes
Artwork The_box_PasMalDarcy_deviantart.com
A contest entry
- A Contest for your Muse!!! -- by Florida Sunshine.
450 points, ended September 17, 2008, 34 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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What a fun - light-hearted write! I loved it! especially the line: "Sometimes she writes all by herself, that scares me half to death."
Terrific name for your 'impish' muse ~ I liked her ~ and feel sorry for you. But, for some reason I think she'll do you some good too~
You've met the requirements of the contest ~ penning about your muse, the title and line limit. Therefore your entry is accepted.
It was a welcome pleasure to read and review your work, best of luck to you,
Florida Sunshine
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Love this, its so inspiring.
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