Mistress Muse

Argh. I can't take it! My concentration is flailing! Failing! *squirrel!* Must transform. I will break the spell on you, Harmony...I have to change ME.

No you don't. I have me. *grabs self by seat of (pants? shell?) and lifts self out of Harmony's reach*

I am never right. I'm wrong all the way through, and proud of it.

When Muse crashed the Banquet Hall,

The party was in full swing,

The moon was shining full & bright,

The bells began to ring;

But then Muse crashed the banquet Hall,

And ended everything.

When Muse crashed the Banquet Hall,

The punch turned into suet;

The marble floors were thick with glue,

Harmony screamed “I knew it!”

The rugs grew mildew in rainbow hues,

But smelled of dirty socks—

and all the Banquet fare was et

by little Goldilocks.

The party balloons all turned pink,

Then changed to elephants,

When Muse appeared, then quickly fled

To avoid consequence.

Heh, heh.

See, Harmony's is perfect because I am her Muse. BAHAHAHA I rule. I'm also a little narcissistic but who cares? I'm the immortal shell-wearing hedgehog of inspiration.

I bet hjolnai's real name IS Salvador, and this is his rune! *rolls into a ball & bounces around the floor laughing & jabbing feet with prickles*

in other notes; the above post took me no less than 12 edits to get right--and it's still not right. I'm going to go bash my head against a wall now.

I was going to say, play with the rhythm a little... Say, like this:

Munching and crunching in the back of my mind,

Breaking up dreams and spewing some kind

Of nasty ideas, and things terribly cruel

Things that should never be allowed to rule

Dark corners, and hallways are now out of sight

And taking advantage of somebody's plight

Brewing in darkness, the things one should hate,

Waiting for someone to come take the bait,

To Then send all the horrid ble dreams that way

That To come in the dark, and eat all they may.

Yet all of the monsters, bone-crushing and vile,

Can still bring about things to make others smile.

For while during the hour when dark things roam around,

One must create lightness to brighten the sound,

To send the dark, evil things fleeing away,

Great heroes are made, with the breaking of day.

switchedà[the monsters] therefore, as cruel as they are,

though breaking up dreams and wandering far,

Aren't really so bad, since they let one create

Bright shiny new things to that can challenge that fate.

I added the parts in red, and scored the parts I think could possibly be removed…see what you think.

this muse's tickle

is too free

and occasionally

prickly

MUAHAHAHAHA!!!! *slips in to steal Harmony's furry friend & ingredient-filled pockets away*

*furry friend bites & is thrown out the window*

*ingredients are ingested*

BUURRP.