NaPM April 27 2013

[milo]

Rules: Write a poem for national poetry month on the topic or form described. Each poem should appear as a separate reply to this thread. The goal is to, at the end of the month have written 30 poems for National Poetry Month.

Topic 27: Write an "excuse" poem,"the reason I didn't make it to work or etc
Form : any
Line requirements: 10 lines or more.

Questions?

[Todd]

Whatever

The Macy's balloon doesn't ask
who blew it up.
I was a Pirate on the beach
getting sand kicked in my face.
I wanted to become a Giant.
who could hit
back like in that Charles Atlas ad.
Flaxseed oil is yeast in bread.
No one wonders why
the bread rises.

[cidermaid]

A day off.
It’s Sunday, so there will be no poem today.
Three glasses of wine and I’m feeling rather gay.

I say gay, but I mean in a relaxed sort of way;
roast guinea fowl for dinner, dressed in game pate,

And now I’m rather full, can’t face my sauce anglais,
the crumble like the poem is on hold I’m afraid to say.

So contend thy soul’s impatience, and pass the chilled Vouray,
tomorrow I will essay and I'll make merry with wordplay.

But there will be no poetry today…I’m going to sit in my negligee,
with my bottle of wine…so leave me alone and go away!


Small edit (Sobered up slightly and took out verily from 4th couplet)

[Todd]

Love the last two lines especially, AJ

[justcloudy]

I forgot the dishes again,
still have your shirt to mend
didn’t put the clothes away
but I’ve done a lot today!
I didn’t sweep or mop or dust
our bed still looks of love and lust
shoes still cover the front door mat
I didn’t have time for all that!
I read 5 chapters of my book
look at these photographs I took
I wrote to mom, spoke to Ashley
and even penned some poetry.
I’m sorry if the house’s a mess
Today I was just really pressed.

[Todd]

I didn’t sweep or mop or dust
our bed still looks of love and lust

Somehow, I think he'll overlook the mess.

[NakedBear]

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

Please find enclosed my poem, late
as was my girlfriend Thursday morn.
On Saturday we went to Pate’s,
the drug store over by Lamb’s Porn.
You know the place, I know; Lamb told
me that you bought the “Beast” from him,
until you signed up for their gold
subscription. Now, I once did skim
that mag, and seldom judge: but man,
you’re rather sick if that’s your taste.
I think that stuff they should soon ban,
and fear your rep will go to waste
if ever this got out; don’t fear.
I’m mute as clam with pearls withheld,
and did this work while sipping beer,
while she, with pills, her fears had quelled.

But anyway, accept this work,
as late as it now is - or else.
Then mark it well. Don’t be a jerk.

Thanks, and have a good day.

Sincerely,
Mikey.

~~

EDIT: missed a word on L3