Well. This is awkward.
Fireblossom is slipping. Oh yes, it's simply the sad truth. Remember all the wonderful soulful poetry? Pretty good, yeah? Maybe you've noticed that she's stopped with all that and now writes about Babar the Elephant, and French Jesus and stuff. Sad. It's just sad.
There is a reason for this slippage, this flailing in the waters of words. Fireblossom needs a Muse.
Oh, I'm sure you remember the last Muse. Miss B Word.
No need to ever mention HER again.
But her departure has left things a bit slow around the Olde Poetry Factorie.
Don't you agree that Fireblossom would look better as shown below? (FB on the left, Muse on the right)
So, I'm swallowing my pride and asking. Feel like a career change? Are you the one to inspire the Poet and change her from this:
If this sounds like you, please apply at the Fireblossom Poetry Factorie, Detroit, Michigan. Payment in poems. Gratitude included. Generous benefits. Some holidays off.