Muse is a proper girl
She believes form & content
Must be married and self-assured
I buy her 4 engagement rings
Platinum bands, diamonds chips
The formalities must be observed
Poets are supposed to suffer, both
For her and art, the blessings she imparts
Precious metals are at a 25 year high
She’s awed but confounded
"What’s going on?" She smiles,
"Four rings and they’re all posh!"
This way when you throw one back at me
I’ll still have 3 more tries for your heart
For once her smile’s genuine,
Her high-born sense of correctness served
She’s thrilled as I kneel before her
She is a woman as well as a god
She can be secured but at a great price |