First let me reassure you girls:
I will not make the same mistake as that king,
the one who named his nine daughters after you all
and then proposed a contest to see who was the best singer, dancer, writer, rhymer…
His bravado got the family turned into
magpies and jackdaws.
I have no time to challenge Muses.
What is it that I do, you ask?
To no avail.
May I call upon a Muse, any of you?
To inspire me?
What’s that you say?
You only come to those of us who
keep our butts in our chairs and sweat blood?
Well, how about a little ancient alchemy then?
Something to transmute my words
from less than noble into gold.
Are you Bemused?
I’m Defused. (Patty 7/15/10)