Sunday, June 19, 2011

The Poet and the Muse

A fellow was walking his dog
At midnight, through darkness and fog,
To find the right time
To capture a rhyme
To post on the page of his blog.

As personal acquaintances of Dr. Goose may know, most of these verses originate during late-night constitutionals with Gloria, the cairn terrier and poetic muse.  Were it not for her nightly needs, there might never have been economic limericks.

3 comments:

  1. WHERE THE ECON WIZARD
    FINDS HIS LIMERICK MUSE

    Each night at the wag of a tail,
    Doc meets Muse in the rain, snow, or hail.
    There, they plan his next blog
    As they follow the dog
    Along the stained yellow-bricks-trail.

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  2. The rhyme is really good. Especially the ending. I am sure that you will turn up with heaps of poetry to entertain us.

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