Excuse

I have many excuses for not writing
One is that I do not have a laptop
Writing on paper is tiring and boring
Only a keyboard makes me type non stop.

Then there’s the thing that I don’t have an alcove
Into which I can comfortably retreat.
Because this is such a noisy place, by Jove!
Imagine - 3 televisions, World Space and a pet parakeet

It is also because I don’t have a muse
Who bleeds mush out of my lovelorn heart
Now I better maintain status quo, for sans muse
I happy, I not sad, I better not start, what?