A little bit backwards but I thought it would be cool to make up an epic poem for the time sheet reminders I do for work (yes my creativity has waned, so trying to find something). I have revised this poem to remove the reference to “time sheets” … was originally on the last line. This is actually the fourth part (or perhaps another part? I just didn’t think it is a very good start). More to follow (and precede) this post to make a series of poems (doubt it will be an “epic” per se … but who knows). Enjoy!!
The heroine of this epic
Could conjure no more today,
So she craved a muse for help,
He was not wise to her dismay.
Belated she had no escape,
The verses of the muse were okay
And will let others know her end,
“Stand with me, so your soul will bay”.