Wednesday, June 22, 2016

P.S. Cottier #22 On the egregious absence of my muse



My muse has taken a sickie
My muse is a fake tradie
My muse is now someone else’s muse
My muse has taken up a hobby
My muse just skipped to Bali
My muse is committing adultery
My muse is severing all ties
My muse is exploring his options
My muse is at a health spa
My muse is running a campaign for Mexit
My muse can’t keep it in his pants
My muse won’t even Skype


P.S. Cottier


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10 comments:

  1. Rosemary Nissen-WadeJune 22, 2016 at 12:07 PM

    Wilful things, muses!

    Congratulations on being the first (I think) to use 'fake tradie' in a poem. :-)

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    1. PSCottierJune 22, 2016 at 12:12 PM

      Thanks, Rosemary. Fake tradie says 'all Bill Shorten wants to do is steal my muse.'

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  2. UnknownJune 22, 2016 at 4:02 PM

    Brilliant, i love it.

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  3. UnknownJune 22, 2016 at 4:03 PM

    Brilliant, i love it.

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    1. PSCottierJune 22, 2016 at 6:43 PM

      Thanks, Emma, especially for loving it twice!

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  4. UnknownJune 22, 2016 at 7:13 PM

    great fun, and I love the departing ship!

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  5. Sarah St Vincent WelchJune 22, 2016 at 8:23 PM

    Gave me a big grin. Much appreciated.

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    1. PSCottierJune 22, 2016 at 8:28 PM

      Thanks Jill and Sarah. My muse is a slacker.

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  6. Lizz Murphy PoetJune 26, 2016 at 6:09 PM

    Hahahahahahaha that is brilliant. Do love a list poem too ...

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  7. PSCottierJune 27, 2016 at 11:30 AM

    One of my favourite things, Lizz.

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