Last Day of National Poetry Month
Day 25 - Weather poem inspired by another poem (I chose Shel Silverstein's Sick. "I cannot go and hang with you." Said my sweet boy whose name is Drew. "I have a cough, sore throat and a rash, my head hurts, I just want to crash. My tummy hurts, my toe might be broke, the way I feel is not a joke. See the thing right next to my eye? I think I'm coming down with a stye. My fingers are numb, I must sit on my bum. What's that you say? Free golf today? All of a sudden I'm feeling better. It must because of the wonderful weather." Day 26 - Monorhyme Poem Club Wrestling for kids These tiny little wrestlers are cute. It's hard not to sit here and root. I write my poems and try to stay mute. Until one of them lets a big toot. And the big guy that thinks he's a brute. Goes after the kid in hot pursuit. Until his pants fall, his poor sweat suit. The entire display is such a hoot. Day 27 - Rictameter Effort Work is strugg...