Chatty Muse

Don't telephone to dish the dirt,
I don't have time for catty;
The rumor mills will have to close,
my muse is feeling chatty.
 
I don't have time to do my hair,
I'm looking kinda ratty;
And I can't stop to shop the mall,
my muse is feeling chatty.
 
It's been forever since she spoke,
sheer months and months of mute-iny;
It seemed my writing pen was broke,
she'd given it the boot-iny.
 
But now she's got so much to say,
in fact she drives me batty;
So I can't chew the fat today,
my muse is feeling chatty.

~ Connie ~

[ by: Connie Hinnen Cook Copyright © 2006 (cjcook@mynewroads.com) -- from Connie Hinnen Cook ]