December 1, 2022

obsessed

A muse came down Parnassus mount,
bent close, and whispered in my ear
that up and down Parnassus street
I was the talk of town.

One observation Yes? you’ve got
to lighten up: you are obsessed
with rhyme and meter. Muse! I said,
obsesséd? Iamb not!


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