The Cat that ate my muse!
After days of needing some inspiration
With a lot of stress and perspiration
I decided to sell my creative muse
Since, as of late he has been of little use
I have no idea what I should ask
Since he takes naps while on the task
My cat thought I was about to sell a mouse
He chased me throughout the house
I tried to tell him a muse is not a meal
He asked why do you act hungry like I feel
That cat does have a point I guess
But this muse is making such a mess
Of all my personal thoughts and poems
I should go trade him for some gnomes
I finally know what I have to do
And my muse will not have any clue
I'll pretend to write a creative verse
Instead I'll place on him a curse.
I'll tell the cat he is a mouse!