A writer needs his muse,

Well I finally found it again,

It kind of ran into me in a crowd,

And I recognized it as it wasn’t wearing a mask,

I had to take him aside and tell him of that task…

But in the process of finding my muse,

I lost my funny bone so no more humor is the news,

I’m not the only one, as humor has become hard to find,

Ever since I lost my dog, my humor has gone by the wayside…

So please bear with this humorless old fart,

In front of my muse I won’t put the cart,

I’ll try to entertain, but strain to write from the heart,

So of my humor I will try to of it, kick start.

© EdM  8/1/21