Brain Noodles (poetry)

Creature In My Head

There is a creature in my head, 

One that I truly admire.

If I am ever in need of entertainment,

She and I begin to conspire,

We create little mysteries,

Stories about all sorts of things,

On withered old ladies with magic,

Castles, and people with wings.

Through all of our diverse stories,

She's never been too cordial.

Mom said that she's rude and annoying,

And I was sent to write her memorial.

My creature, she withered,

Crumbling under mom's pleas,

And now I'm ever so boring,

I've locked the door; lost the keys.

So I called to my creature,

And I fed her good stories,

Fun facts and fun fiction,

And it removed my worries.

Now she's alive and well,

And nothing is ho-hum,

My creature makes me creative,

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