Hey, Hey, you wanna hear a story?
I promise, it shan’t be too gory
Once upon a midnight dreary
A writer sat brooding, tired and weary
words were hardly coming if at all
blunders he was making, big and small
The writer struck his head out the window
and saw there standing a man named Lindo
“Hey, who’re you! Whaddaya fookin Want!”
“I’m your muse, respect me, daren’t you taunt!”
Sorry mister muse, I’m stuck in a jam
Would you come in for some pie and a slice of ham?
The muse obliged and sat with the writer
And together they both pulled an all nighter
The midnight dreary was dreary no more
The writer wrote till his fingers were sore!
Never did he again, yet see Mr. Lindo
At night the writer still seeks out his window
When words are hard to come and the night is cold
Where are you Mr. Lindo, Oh you so brazen, so bold?