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If you find at writing you stumble,
Perhaps gnawing hunger pangs rumble?
Don’t pout and don’t swear.
Get up from that chair.
Even (if) sotto voce you mumble.
Take moment to stretch your phalanges
Dream float on a boat on the Ganges
Whatever you try
Don’t spit in the eye
Of pirate muse, Malcolm Bojanges
He casts words from mind as if jetsam
A mean-minded sprite swilling dark rum
He’ll make you say “Please”
While cackling (the tease)
“If you need new words, come and get some.”
He’ll swing off like brigand retreating
While ignoring incessant pleading
He’ll wink once or twice
But never play nice
Persist till you’re weary from beating
In thin air he’ll vanish while screaming
Behind him long pirate locks streaming
With rogue-favored flair
And devil may care
He’ll leave you convinced you were dreaming
With start you’ll return to your senses
Inspir’d, having flattened your fences
The pangs you’ll ignore
Pursuing new lore
Mind(ing) p’s, q’s, and even some tenses
©RhymeLovingWriter
Perhaps gnawing hunger pangs rumble?
Don’t pout and don’t swear.
Get up from that chair.
Even (if) sotto voce you mumble.
Take moment to stretch your phalanges
Dream float on a boat on the Ganges
Whatever you try
Don’t spit in the eye
Of pirate muse, Malcolm Bojanges
He casts words from mind as if jetsam
A mean-minded sprite swilling dark rum
He’ll make you say “Please”
While cackling (the tease)
“If you need new words, come and get some.”
He’ll swing off like brigand retreating
While ignoring incessant pleading
He’ll wink once or twice
But never play nice
Persist till you’re weary from beating
In thin air he’ll vanish while screaming
Behind him long pirate locks streaming
With rogue-favored flair
And devil may care
He’ll leave you convinced you were dreaming
With start you’ll return to your senses
Inspir’d, having flattened your fences
The pangs you’ll ignore
Pursuing new lore
Mind(ing) p’s, q’s, and even some tenses
©RhymeLovingWriter
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