I said "Come in my sweet dear muse",
But how she replied with harsh abuse,
I pleaded with my poetic soul,
But was rewarded with a glance so cold,
And with an upturned nose she left,
Me standing there, me short of breath,
And to my table I pulled a chair,
And to this day I still sit there,
My quivering pen, still poised to write,
Though nothing comes again this night,

With shivering hands so frozen by cold,
I sit there for hours unmoving I'm told,
Tick tock, tick tock,
I hear my door once again knock.

[by elfboy]

*Note: When originally posted, I had removed the rhyming words, replacing them with clues. It was an experiment into reader interaction. It failed miserably, but hey, don't try, don't know right?