I couldn’t get my muse to work.
I fed it with a feast.
It went to sleep.
I roused it with a bark.
It went out for a walk.
I insulted it with TV.
I tempted it with ice-cream.
I starved it for a while.
And even locked it in the loo.
Whatever I did,
I couldn’t get my muse to work.
I thought of blanks.
Just plain white blanks.
I never once tried,
To rouse the muse.
And then it happened.
It really happened.
My muse got up quickly
And painted my white.
A touch of green and
A touch of blue
A touch that was
The perfect hue.
Aha! I said, now I know.
The muse is just a child.
The perfect way is
Not to scare it away.