Introduction

I've had so much trouble becoming inspired since my last birthday.

Finally I saw a challenge to write an Anti-Valentine, a valentine message to someone you hate.

After such a betrayal, who is more deserving of an Anti-greeting than...

My Fickle Muse

Now that I am fifty-six
Oh, fickle muse, you've called it quits!

Since you will not appear again
I'll make you suffer constant pain:

I'll find a truly dreadful rhyme
and chant it 'til the end of time.

I'll write a sorry, sappy sonnet -
may the doggerel's venom make you vomit!

I'll warble, while I thump my chest,
"Lament Because My Muse Hath Left"

and if these tortures do not getcha
I'll make you grade "Poetry - First Semesta,"

and when I've crushed you into the ground
I'll find a cuter Muse to hang around

with.

Copyright; Roberta Swetlow