Here I sit,

My muse did take a s**t,

Fell out of me and down the drain,

Could write about the stink,

But for your sake I do refrain…J

The dog as well is all thought out,

What to write, what to do or just about,

All day was he on the leash & out,

Thought for sure his muse would have no drought…L

Yes I am writing herein and maybe quite swell,

Can’t seem to think of anything that will not smell,

From my innards I cannot find anything else to expel,

No matter what, I got to let go,

And on my lack of muse not dwell…J

© ed ~ 03/04/06