It seemed kind of fun,
It seemed ever so gay. (you know, happy)
Post every day this month!
Every. Freaking. Day!
Day one I set lofty goals,
Day two I talked to myself.
By day nine the crazy was showing,
I dressed up like a christmas elf.
Day ten caught me off guard,
Day fourteen I talked about poop.
On day twenty I got a turkey tattoo,
Twenty-one had me in a gay techno group.
This isn't so easy, you know.
This is really quite hard.
Posting every day
Has turned me into a Tard.
17 comments:
most of the poems that I've read that have used the word "gay" in them twice have been waaaay different. This was a welcome change.
That was funny. Hey... and it's almost over. I almost forgot to post a couple of times and had to slap myself awake enough to post something...anything. Three days left, after today! I wonder if we will be one of the chosen ones, you know, to get a prize.
Sorry I haven't been able to comment lately. And Happy Belated Thanksgiving to you too.
Don't give up now, though! We are in the home stretch!
Even if it means getting another tattoo, you cannot bail on NaBlo...
And to think, I hated poetry until about two minutes ago. Keep the gaity up, only three days to go!
use more pictures. pictures take up space and people think you're "arty". trust me on this one.
I loves me some Tards!
The quality of my posts has gone WAY down while participating in nablopomo. However yours, my dear, is just as entertaining as ever.
Sure, it was the "posting every day" that turned you into a tard. Yeah, right. :)
December is the definite R&R month after that long haul.
Cheers
Heh. Good one.
We're almost there! So CLOSE!
You are learning, my child star. You are learning. Poetry is yet another element in the artistry that is blog filler.
A NaBloPoMo Haiku for you:
I tried, didn't work.
Barely made it to day seven.
Gay, gay, gay, gay, gay.
Inarticulate fumblings-
You made me giggle there.
You are my poetry hero.
Well, you & Ms. Freida Bee. That girl writes a mean poem herself.
Right there with ya, babe.
almost done, WM. But does that mean we won't get the contents-of-your-fridge type posts I've come to love?
HAHAHA. I haven't heard the word "tard" used in sooooo long.
This poem has eloquently captured my feelings about NaBloPoMo. Of course, I have never been in a gay techno group, but I totally identify with the rest of it.
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