Muse of Shoes

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They locked my Muse

in a Box of Shoes

it should’ve been a Shed.

Enclosed space of spank and taste

with fire and Dreadful Dread.

They locked him in

with jam and gin

he’d come up with something sticky

but the gin did jar

jam went too far

and we all felt a wee bit icky.

 

They locked my Muse

in a Box of Shoes

gagged paper round the toes

Laced laces in all the boring places

with double knotted bows

They locked him in

in this shoey bin

forgot to ask for my permission

but he doesn’t mind

as he’s having a rest!

 

 

(and he’s told me to tell you that he will

most certainly not be musing of

messed vests and nuclear fission)

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