it was a dark and gloomy night
a night that didn’t feel quite right
the moon was snoring, still in bed
with cloudy blankets o’re his head
the stars were nowhere to be found
no giggling, no fooling ’round
i couldn’t sleep it was so black
i crept downstairs to find a snack
the cat was curled up on my chair
i took my plate back up the stairs
climbed into bed with pen and pad
to chronicle the night i’d had
my mind went blank no single word
flowed from my pen, this was absurd
it seems my muse had left my side
to snuggle with the moon, outside
i was the only one awake
with pen and pad, and tea and cake
it was a dark and gloomy night
a night i couldn’t even write
rhymeswithbug 
Ha.. yes waiting for the muse who is out dancing with the moon is something else.. 🙂
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it seems the muse shows up when she feels like it – sometimes we just muddle on alone.
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The hell you couldn’t write! This was a fun verse. Thanks.
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glad you enjoyed this! thanks a bunch!
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Cute poem, Candy. When you get old you will do this a lot a warm cup of decaf, two peanut butter cracker sandwiches, grab the iPad and head to the guest room bed. Mostly I compose and blog with the iPad except for uploading pictures
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glad you liked it. I’m an iPadder too.
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Oh man can I ever relate! This is wonderful.
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Thanks so much!
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“it seems my muse had left my side
to snuggle with the moon, outside”
You are a wise one! when my muse is missing in action, i never know where she is
much love…
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Check with the moon. Thanks for stopping by.
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This is adorable! Oh, I have had nights like this. I live at the speed of Insomnia.
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thanks!
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