I hate when the first verse of a poem writes itself just to tease you. Then you have to force a lot of the poem out.
I swear my muses are all teases and skanks.
Tyler’s post prompted me to write this comment:
Trimmed down, that could make you a good limerick first line:
“My muses are teases and skanks …”
Tyler immediately (and generously) said the line was mine, thereby becoming my non-tease, non-skanky muse.
Here’s my limerick:
By Madeleine Begun Kane
My muses are teases and skanks—
At their worst when my mind’s drawing blanks.
When they offer me rot,
Then I warn them, “Do not
Expect thanks for a concept that tanks!”