Inspiration is a Mule

Where’s the inspiration now?
Holy Cow!
Is that the best that I can do?
Rhyming words like ‘do’ with ‘shoe’?

I sure hope that muse is somewhere about,
And hasn’t gone out;
Snuffed like a small flame in the storm.
Why can’t my buried thoughts take form?

I sure hope I think of something soon
Instead of sounding like a loon.
Because this is embarrassing me.
Poems like this just shouldn’t be.