Wee Angus finds a spare muse

Wee Angus came up from the lower deck
dragging a great rubber girl size  balloon:
O Angus wherever did you fetch such a thing
and where will I put it?

I’m tired of ye’r moaning and groaning
y ‘here, aboot that wee muse
that has gang fra here—so I’ve fetched ye
anither.  She’s not verra pretty
and been in a cupboard since
the ship first sailed….but dinna tell me
this one will disappear.

But Angus, dear Angus, how will we deal
with a muse so deflated?

Ah, told ye, that is so simple
we tak the poor lassie around to the door
of a real estate agent, he’s hot air galore
as our captain could tell ye
she’s heard a lot more
o that lately.
Besides this one has a whole bag
o words in her write paw
and a strange sort o drum
in her left.  I don’t mind her
sleeping under the bed
as long as she lets you do the spoutin’.

So that is the reason, you’ll find a rubber muse
standing beside the writing machine
in the CPO’s cabin and a small black dog
hunting all over the ship
a stock of RAM.