Awright

I’m taking refuge to write,

my orange notebook my border fence.
There are plenty of rhymes awright!

Does your parrot bite?
Yes.
I’m taking refuge to write:

though I may look a fright
now, love, and be out of dress,
I’ll be all rhymes tonight!

I faithfully indite
my muse, who tunes like Myra Hess.
I'm playing etudes to write,

and tonight the spright
is scheming to escort me hence.
She has plenty of rhymes awright!

I’m never tired of hearing her recite
rhymes against which there’s no defence
when I take refuge to write.
There are plenty of rhymes awright!