To hear the poem, play the recording.
My Muse is inappropriate, improper, bad to know,
The kind of girl with whom I ought not play.
I shouldn't even write to her; the rule books all say so:
Such peccadilloes cause public dismay.
And where does all this scandal leave a poet, vis à vis
His verse, if writing to her's such a crime?
And when she says, 'Fool! Look in thine own heart!', what shall I see
There, but her? – My dangerous Muse! – A bust, arranged in rhyme!
If you have any comments on this poem, Paul Stevens would be pleased to hear from you.