You, my muse, now listen and listen good
this is a poem okay? You and me, see
we meet at noon, choose your weapons,
count to ten and whoever is left standing
why, shucks, whoever is left standing
writes the rest of this poem, that’s what!
You, my muse, howdy partner, your looking
mighty fine, too bad I’m taking you in
on nine counts of not giving me the inspiration
to write decent poetry that’s what.
oh, Muse, aw, shucks, we’d better forget
the showdown, me and you, we’re partners in rhyme
let’s saunter on over to the bar shall we?
Whiskey straight up.
No writing this evening.