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I once had a muse who resembled a mouse
Who had built up her nest in my humble house
She had thin large ears, strange feet, and a tail
But a humanoid body which looked small and frail
She surprised me one day upon returning from work
Having waited all day with a sweet little smirk
I didn't quite know what to do or to say
And she gave no response to my jaw-dropped dismay
She was a strange critter, there was no denying
And her white mouse-like ears, I couldn't stop eying
She looked up to me with a sweet little grin
And said, "now that you're here, we can begin
Life will be easy with me living here
I'll give you all you may want to hold dear
Be careful, however for my life is short
But what ever's your dream, I will support
So, give it a try,
And please don't be shy
It's all at your fingertips, so what do you want?"
To which I replied, "cute girls and a great job to flaunt"
I admit my tone was really sarcastic
And I wasn't at all enthusiastic
I mean who would believe such an odd, far fetched claim?
I could only believe this was some kind of game
She giggled at me and as she scampered away
I decided, 'this game was lame' and refused to play.

Now, there's one thing about me I think you should know
I'm a musician, I play the oboe
I always wanted to play in a band
or rather an orchestra, something less bland
But as far as I knew chances were low
that I would ever play in an orchestra show
But it was a dream I held onto tight
while I worked at a gas station every week night
During the day I'd go out and I'd busk
And play on the street right until dusk.

Sunday after the strange girl appeared
I went out to busk; let me tell you, it was weird
I barely started playing when a large crowed had formed
In front of me, ladies crowded and swarmed
My case filled in seconds with numbers, not money
Phone numbers of women, which was kind of funny
I have to admit I was kind of annoyed
That my chances at earnings seemed all but destroyed
As I began to pack up, broke and defeated
A strange man walked up to me and he greeted,
"Good evening young sir, you play mighty well
If you could join my orchestra, that'd be rather swell
Here is my card, let me know when you're good
I'll have you playing that oboe on stage like you should."

I stood in a stupor staring after him, wordless
What had just happened, I just couldn't guess
Then suddenly, my thoughts turned to the mouse
Who had still taken residence back at my house
On my way home I couldn't help but consider
That maybe the girl wasn't really a kidder
As I arrived home and stepped through the door
I called for her and asked to hear more
I asked to hear much, much more of herself
What she was and why with myself
To which she replied, "You're a curious sort
You lack the confidence and sell yourself short
You seemed like a guy who needed a muse
and so here I am, I bring only good news!"
I patted her head and without hesitation
I promptly increased my expectation
I asked her for more things and told her my dreams
Even so much as to mention extremes
I wanted the world to know who I was
And wanted to hear their roar of applause
I wished to be great, to be famous and wealthy
And throughout it all, remain youthful and healthy
And when I was done I nodded my head
Before promptly heading contently to bed.

For the next months to follow I climbed to my goal
I played for the orchestra and damn, I had soul
In no time at all, my name was revered
When I hit the stage, the audience cheered
I soon had the riches to move from my house
And buy a big mansion for me and my mouse
I kept asking for more, she didn't let down
The whole wide world loved me, my name was renown
It wasn't much longer before I played for the Queen
And playing for television became quite routine
All of the while I was too busy to see
That my muse wasn't all as well as can be
She seemed rather tired all of the time
And felt like she'd fallen out of her prime
I wasn't aware of how demanding I'd been
That the poor little girl was being spread thin
Then one day it happened late in the night
I found her passed out in a horrible sight.
I cradled her body so small and so frail
Her flesh looked unhealthy, unusually pale
Upon closer inspection I couldn't help it, I cried

My poor little muse had finally died.