Bring it on, Monday, hit me with your best shot! I am ready for you:
Y’all like my Monday face?
I had hoped to astonish you today with a brilliant poem, a glittering monument to my stunning skill and my felicitous facility with words, but this is all I came up with. I know you’ll love it anyway because y’all’re so awesome like that.
Did anyone catch the wordplay of this post’s title? First one to call it in the comments wins the prize, and if you can explicate exactly how and why it’s wordplay (i.e., read my mind), you win double goodies!
Monday, please be kind to me.
Fly quickly as this year.
I can’t believe tomorrow’s May,
and summer’s drawing near.
NaPoWriMo far too soon
has reached its hasty end,
left me feeling rather blue
of poems I’ve written only two.
One of which is this poor rhyme,
mundane as it can be.
I beg the Muse in coming months:
rain down artful creativity.