Uninspired

Urania has lost her way on the one day
When Calliope left her tablet at home.
Erato's strings have been broken
And Euterpe misses all the high notes.
It fails to matter today
For Terpsichore has two left feet
While Thalia's jokes fall flat.
Polyhymnia sighs and sleeps behind her veil.
This malaise would please Melpomene
But she's on vacation.
So Clio tries to write this down
With a quill dipped in dry ink.