Oh what a vexing dilemma
Stuck madly in the middle of thought
For that wily old Muse
Has relinquished her dues
That long after midnight I sought
But now in the middle of morning
I’m hit with a mystic sort of thud
As from out of nowhere
She spangles the air
While I’m stuck elbow-deep in dish suds
Oh, what a glorious dilemma
Stuck twixt fantasy and mundane
Yet, I should sing the blues
For that wily old Muse
Drives this housewife completely insane
© Janet Martin
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