Is my muse here today?
You do not need her,
I hear you say.
But I need her come what may,
No stories form when she’s away.
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Could you, would you, write one on a bus?
No, I couldn’t, too much fuss.
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Could you write one in a canoe?
No, too much paddling would never do.
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Could you write one at a fair?
No, I couldn’t stand the glare.
Could you write one on a plane?
No, the cost would be a drain.
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Look, not on a bus or in a canoe.
Not at a fair or in a plane.
I need my muse back again!